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All your doing is making it hard to rape your mouth at night.

As of Sunday morning i have no living grandparents. Plus my parents are religious freaks and social attentives on rules and morals of how people view you. My brothers are perverts though, but anti weebs. Except DBZ.... i still have their dbz shit in storage.

Red bean or green tea. Both are fine with no syrup.

Forbidden rice.

You perverted carbolic grain.

What's the opposite of Nirvana.

Requesting Mike in American beauty style sequence with books.


Make sure it not my book.

........
Beast sex?

Killing until Christmas.... also Christmas is Jan 7

You use your credit card via paypal.

The hammering of my turd-herder was so vigorous, he soon found his man berries joining his long-dong silver deep in my balloon knot. The unrelenting orgasms from his flesh gordon plowing my quim made me come so hard, I began sweating like a gypsy near an unlocked shipping container. Inserting a number of chillies into my penis pothole got me surging clunge gunge faster than a greased weasel shit. My gaping clam cavern was trembling like a tasered slab of chopped liver. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his cunt plunger plunged deeper into my brown mile.

With his slut slayer pounding deep into my depravity cavity, the sensation of his ramrod smashing my cervix made me quiver like an epileptic at a Pink Floyd concert. Inserting an antique doorknob into my front bum got me squirting clunge gunge faster than snot off a whip. When he removed his purple beaver buster from my old dirt road, he was pleasantly surprised to see a butt nugget staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to devour the toilet twinkie off his wensleydale wand. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his cream reaper slid deeper into my fart valve. My chamber of squelch was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery.

My throat was so full of gristle missile and man fat, the love piss was flowing down my chin and onto my cans. If I don't flick the bean to get my minge monsoon dripping from my vibration station, his throbbing quim dagger is going to leave my purple cabbage resembling Pete Burns' lips. Some girls are happy just to buff the muff when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an egg timer in my meat purse and a lightbulb up my turd cutter. It was bliss having his spam dagger probed inside me again; stuffing my split peach with a 15" spiked vibrator just didn't get my tuna canal splurging like it used to. He munched on my spam castanets, even though I'd been on the rag for the best part of a week.

If I don't stimulate the genitals through phalangetic motion to get my vertical moisture foaming from my bearded haddock pasty, his disco stick is going to leave my meaty hangers resembling the Japanese flag. Some girls are happy just to fluff the muff when they're alone, but I can't get off without having an antique doorknob in my cock holster and my fist up my old dirt road. I awoke the next morning with my moose knuckle still dribbling. I thought it was over but his throbbing quim dagger had other ideas. My cake hole was so full of blind butler and steamin' semen, the steamin' semen was draining down my chin and onto my sweater puppies.

The seemingly never-ending streams of love piss emanating from his brie baton soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. The hammering makes me surge my tuna tunnel tears all over his skin flute. I awoke the next morning with my Quimcy, M.E. still sliming. I thought it was over but his cream reaper had other ideas. My south mouth was trembling like an epileptic at a Pink Floyd concert. Some girls are happy just to flick the bean when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 9-iron in my bearded haddock pasty and a gerbil up my mud flap.

When he removed his devil's bagpipe from my poo pipe, he was pleasantly surprised to see a toilet twinkie staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to gobble the toilet twinkie off his gristle missile. With my meaty hangers now much like a stamped bat, he thought it was time to start stuffing my fudge factory. Is now the time to tell him I really need to cut a toilet twinkie, I wondered? My vibration station was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. There was love mayonnaise trickling from his piss pipe and I was wetter than an otter's pocket. We were ready for more. The seemingly never-ending streams of love mayonnaise emanating from his timed slimer soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio.

The exhibitionist grey knight and my emo fay son birthday. It's a gay old christmas time.

Except she dead so she has no say.

Because my son is weird.

I'm gonna rape the user above me.
And kill the one below

Three Vampires walk into a bar and sit down.

The bartender comes over and ask them what they want to drink
1st Vampire: Give me a shot of blood
2nd Vampire: I want a double shot
3rd Vampire: All I want is a cup of hot water

So the bartender goes and gets the drinks and comes back. He hands them the drinks, but looks kind of confused.

The bartender asked the 3rd vampire why didn't you order any blood? The vampire pulls out a tampon and replies "I'm making tea, bitch".

Wings are awesome but we don't have those brand. Simple sauce of soy sauce, rice vinegar and sriracha with green onions is awesome.

Szechwan beef pot. Shit cooked in chili oil.

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELEASE ME.

I request Mike humping the pallet.

Fakku was shut down on dec 14, 2019

All my books are in boxes after reading them.