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Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
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9 comments:
Hiedi tried to ignore him, her knees still raw and scabbed from that mornings tustle, but Clancy wanted more.
'And they say I have a pretty mouth...' he murmered.
As heroin addicts went Sara was rather genteel.
She always polished the works spoon before and after each shoot-up with her pimp Leslie.
"Well, Nancy if I hitch my waist up you can just see the end of my todger hanging out of the bottom of my trousers."
"Why, Master Simon, you're making me blush"
So the little shit was trying the old "Tie a sausage to your ankle" trick, thought Nancy... And with that haircut, I had him down as a fudge-packer.
While technically a faliure, Jennys mindless clone had certain advantages.
In a crazy attempt to get the attention of the towering hermaphrodite, Grace attempted to cut off her own hand using only a spoon.
"Pretty, pretty, pretty", thought Chris, "what can I do to make Hilary like me? I'm feeling Foxy"
"Well, certainly, Genevieve, if you insist, I'd be happy to drop my pants if it would help you answer my question, but wouldn't it be easier for you to just tell me what 'CBT' stands for?"
The young Uri Gellar was astonished at Stephanie's mental prowress. Not only could she focus her mind on bending the spoon, but she could use her hands to help her. This site was so fantastic, that Uri felt obligued to masturbate into to milk jugs and offer them as an engagement present.
"No, no. I wear my pants perfectly. I just have the highest waist known to mankind. I'm in the Guinness Book of World Records. Speaking of which, can I buy you cold one?"
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