there was wanst upatime. a teiler named tailer. her boots, if she woldt have took the shit out of it the best deeds in her creapy way.
he has just woodup in a slim fast and driver a horses, of her best inpertinental flight in great britain. she was a beast in hevaly shorts in a pariadictelly,
of curse that was a slightly face of a best organist, he just to explain, took the shit out if he just felt so and he was so pleasent if there was a pretty smile upon her face…
she allways had the memory of last night in the prediction of her face in toilsteinhouse, i just have to mention that he has been bitten bye his house net mice cALL ed tell tomorrow… thise litlly bastard of a heatred mice spit in his hands and just life up in a mess o f f h e l lo feeling in the blues of mice town country net told from a beast, letting her tirry tinny but home loved heat of a hexx hexx mexx waxy way of sexx in a timmelley house of petting in a way to his next feeled strange of stromy woods.
could you discribe yourself a dick
in this way of a kind
interpretation of thee deepest character
a hint of a drop fel on the skin
which linger in the lights of pulp fictions
a smoother pearl of goldishness
a smile apeared on the girls face
where was she?
whas that true?
AND
what did the fnck just happend?
HIS THOUGHTS:
wow I just nailed this slut cunt to the ground …
is present sometimes not beautyful?
