Ctrl¤/Alt¤/Del¤ <Ctrl¤/Alt¤/Del¤@dac.com>, the itchy armourer,
confounded:
> I'm sure it was the paxil that made me a kleptomaniac.
Ctrl¤/Alt¤/Del¤ <Ctrl¤/Alt¤/Del¤@dac.com>, the wearer of leather thongs,
aspersed:
> Sissy bat-boy with massive meat whistle and pukey split pines for
> unshaped wee wee for powerhouse rat-arse sucking. Mail me at
> <Ctrl¤/Alt¤/Del¤@dac.com>
Ctrl¤/Alt¤/Del¤ <Ctrl¤/Alt¤/Del¤@dac.com>, the incredibly large cutler,
blurted out:
> Of course I was embarrassed, you fool. I thought it was a little
> trumpet fart until my pants filled with liquid ****!!
Ctrl¤/Alt¤/Del¤ <Ctrl¤/Alt¤/Del¤@dac.com>, the goat keeper, bawled out:
> I am disappointed with what I see when I look at myself naked in the
> mirror.
Ctrl¤/Alt¤/Del¤ <Ctrl¤/Alt¤/Del¤@dac.com>, the refuse collector, gave
forth:
> I had to stop drag racing. The high heels were killing me.
There are currently 1 users browsing this thread. (0 members and 1 guests)