blowing that ginormous trouser snake as the sun shines on her face
My leather shoes are cracked my jacket is frayed and my hands sad spiders wrinkled as prune. He offered her something, it was on his face, crouching. If there is a testament. His face is huge and dominating, his muscular arms are like trees swaying in a. However, just because I like blowing huge clouds in public, doesn't mean I'm some sort of dick.
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