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.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

I am very depressed about US and A

Unbalanced Scales of Infuckingjustice