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Ted Promo
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| Halcyon+On+On |
| Today, I got my birthday suit dry-cleaned for your little party. Be there at 6:15, with a vicious lung infection. |
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| Halcyon+On+On |
Grandiose enterprise belies the salty lies of the uncaring sea goddess lapping at the glands of the jagged crag.
Erode my erection with your briny perfection, saliva so foamy upon the tip of my boulders, her eager brows wave-r at the moment I told her, "do not look to the arid for your benefit, you will evaporate as the air god sees fit".
So she said "I am the sea, uncaring - my caprice matches that of my herring, streams so pivotal to mate gone individual, your pleasure is my measure o' Lord of the Earthen, our rivers give way to my birthen".
To which I replied, "bich, I ain't payin' no child support over a beej." |
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| Ted Promo |
I've gotten a new lens for my third eye and my base chakra is now finely attuned to the oncoming feast.
Blood was made for us. |
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| Halcyon+On+On |
| There shall be much stewing and much writhing, amidst the din and clang of the jigga boos and the bigga joos. |
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| Reza |
| i want whatever you 2 are smoking |
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| SYSTEM-J |
| quote: | Originally posted by Reza
i want whatever you 2 are smoking |
It's called Charlie Sheen. |
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| Ted Promo |
| I'd like to lick the sweat off of him and see if it beats this toad I found. |
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| Halcyon+On+On |
Her thigh vapours fumigate all doubt, rendering my willpower as a thorough blendering, the cat of nine tails is a pussy's exposed entrails, glistening damper proves no witholding hamper though my inhalaing visage advances a startled hesitation despite thorough inebriation.
The potent whiff imperils my stiff, so strong and bitter, like a loaf penny stout. A sunken meander to the lightswitch proves, the umbral chamber of plush animal stew, a bygone mood gives way to soothe, her labia lost in the now darkened mounds; created by gaining so very many pounds.
ROSE MARTIN I AM SORRY I COULD NOT SNIFF OUT YOUR LADY ANTENNA. |
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| ziptnf |
| Ted and Hal working their bodies together vigorously, thrusting with magnificent grace and power. Like a well-oiled machine. A ripe smell lingering through the air. Stinkily. |
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| Halcyon+On+On |
| There is no shame in a tandem skydive. |
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| Halcyon+On+On |
| Someone had better wish Ted a happy birthday or I'ma lay a cable in all y'all. |
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| enydo |
| HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADAM |
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