Shit is the loveliest color in my life
Shit is the Loveliest Color in My Life
Shit is the loveliest color in my life, and frankly, if it were not for
The smell, I would carry it around on my shoulder all day long.
Cockroaches are the reason why mankind may not prevail: their
exceptional brilliance. Yesterday I awoke, and there was a giant
cockroach on my dick. I screamed out with a loud orgasm, for it
appears that I had been humping this poor cockroach all night long.
I tried to get out of bed and skidded on my ass because of all the
jizz on the floor. Jizz makes a glopping sound when it hits the
ground. My head pounded the floor in what sounded like a flam-tap
punctuated by a buzz roll. The crunch I thought I heard, needless to
say, was my little cockroach, now pressed firmly against my head,
with cum and dust. I proceeded to get up again and placed my
hands under my ass to grip myself lustfully before slipping in that
dreadful semen again. The clock struck four, and my erection was
waning. To rise again, I would have thrown fifteen pieces of
Salisbury steak goblets at the local bartender if I'd only left the
turkey in the dresser. To live the way you feel, you must fuck a live
skunk, but only if the conditions are right. Have you ever
swallowed 10/40 motor oil? This crazy commercial suggested, or
tempted me to try this method of consumer-based hysteria ploys. Of
course, I loved the texture as it coated my esophagus on its way
down, but now all my food rapidly travels from my mouth to my
anus in nanoseconds. I really shouldn't wear pants right now.
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