unbearably hideous drivel coated in super wisps of happy cool joy
Allan! When you squeeze me, my belly fills with lust! I could suckle on the chum nipple of the roiling sea and the kibble of so much glumpow chinese juicefoods! Bust in it all on the whish twitch baboon splooge, plum punch dripping off tard lips, gabby! Childbirth is not a far cry from douche.
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I have found that the spinning top symbolizes all of existence insofar as the top is being kicked around by a frustrated toddler. Lately, upon reflection, I have also discovered the persistence of dramatic soliloquys in not only real life, but in televised dramas, House Committee meetings and Shakespeare. At the less than nubile age of 8, I became president of the canned ham tossing club, nee Pamela's Hamelas, local 718, Oxnard, Kansas, renaming it "The Pleasurist's Ovine Rememberance Klub (P.O.R.K.)." It has since disbanded, but, O! the memories.
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