Doreen Smash!
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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.
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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"Al! ZIGGY! YOU BASTARDS WHERE ARE YOU???" he thought.
this was going to be one strange leap ...
"Here, Marjorie - take my wig! I've had enough of the lies, the deceit! I'm not your lesbian lover! I'm a man, dammit! And I want everyone to know!"
"Whew, what a relief. I was really starting to wonder about that huge, throbbing rock-hard clit of yours."
As Roger began to grasp and grope at her breast, Marjorie went deep into her special place.
"Are there no illustrators capable of drawing breasts!! I'm sick of flat chested girls. I'm off to storm head office. WHO'S WITH ME?!!!"
"Congratulations! you're a scientologist now! You're scheduled to marry Tom Cruise next wednsday."
"Well, why don't we swap?"
Three days later they were all dead of Ultra-Syphilis.
"All right, ladies, if you could just form a single file line in front of me and...
You there! In the back, what's your name?
Tom?
I'm sorry Tom, blowjob lessons are for females only... Yes, even if you borrow Stacy's wig"
You're a sick woman, Doreen. And you need help! That "wig" you're holding in your hand isn't really a wig, IS IT?...Speak up, woman! I can help you. I truly can. But first you have to admit you have a problem...
"Gosh," Said Lucy, "I am so stoked!" The others could see the light of realisation in Lucy's eyes. She had to be telling the truth....
"Matron showed me things I never dreamed of." she gasped. "We got so carried away, I must have torn her wig off."
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