Posted by faunablues on Dec 08, 2008 · Member since Aug 2003 · 9655 posts
It was a
Posted by Allychristine on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Dec 2007 · 15438 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously,
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Posted by faunablues on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Aug 2003 · 9655 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying,
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Posted by BlackAmaranth on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Jun 2005 · 47 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like
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Posted by Allychristine on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Dec 2007 · 15438 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks
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Posted by loopers on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Oct 2008 · 155 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down
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Posted by BlackAmaranth on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Jun 2005 · 47 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole!
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Posted by Allychristine on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Dec 2007 · 15438 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado,
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Posted by Heliamphora on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Oct 2006 · 4798 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done
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Posted by Allychristine on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Dec 2007 · 15438 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that,
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Posted by Heliamphora on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Oct 2006 · 4798 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless
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Posted by Allychristine on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Dec 2007 · 15438 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom).
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Posted by Heliamphora on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Oct 2006 · 4798 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the
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Posted by Allychristine on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Dec 2007 · 15438 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling
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Posted by Heliamphora on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Oct 2006 · 4798 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling awkwardly along by
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Posted by Allychristine on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Dec 2007 · 15438 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling awkwardly along by the thread of
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Posted by Heliamphora on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Oct 2006 · 4798 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling awkwardly along by the thread of its unravelling underpants.
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Posted by Courth on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Apr 2007 · 3362 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling awkwardly along by the thread of its unravelling underpants. Instantly I knew
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Posted by BlackAmaranth on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Jun 2005 · 47 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling awkwardly along by the thread of its unravelling underpants. Instantly I knew parallel dimensions were
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Posted by Allychristine on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Dec 2007 · 15438 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling awkwardly along by the thread of its unravelling underpants. Instantly I knew parallel dimensions were boring celestial bodies.
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Posted by BlackAmaranth on Dec 12, 2008 · Member since Jun 2005 · 47 posts
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling awkwardly along by the thread of its unravelling underpants. Instantly I knew parallel dimensions were boring celestial bodies. Transparent underwear concocted
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously,
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying,
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole!
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado,
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that,
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom).
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling awkwardly along by
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling awkwardly along by the thread of
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling awkwardly along by the thread of its unravelling underpants.
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling awkwardly along by the thread of its unravelling underpants. Instantly I knew
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling awkwardly along by the thread of its unravelling underpants. Instantly I knew parallel dimensions were
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling awkwardly along by the thread of its unravelling underpants. Instantly I knew parallel dimensions were boring celestial bodies.
It was a really big penis that I grabbed one day, and I put it in my pocket so that I could have some gingerbread for a cookie I used as a self-defense mechanism for a secret mission I was planning. It involved three different kinds of salad greens, one of which was actually a donut in disguise. I was angry that the spinach was wilted and uncooperative. By now I should have guessed that the koala had eaten dinner and couldn't be lured by my special food, but nevertheless, I took the wooden penis and grape testicles firmly in my feet, and began wiggling my toes to pretend like I was a scrotum. I hope that one day the koala will come to see this pretend scrotum. If not, I will surely go vegan.
Some people have a problem with my feet. They think that they are too square-ish, and I think my thighs are like triangles! These shapes are certainly not acceptable. I cry when the koala laughs at my triangular thighs. Then a platypus stole the penis from my armoire. I didn't know Kramer would fall for the koala. To my surprise he lifted the penis out of my spice cabinet, and ate it. Now I can't pretend to be a secret ninja. The agony of denying myself pleasure is worse than losing that penis. Carrots couldn't compare to crookneck squash or my stolen boyfriend. He was in the armoire with his balls to the wall, ready to give the koala anything an oversized cheerio, like him, would find magically delicious. He escaped by using his butt as a lever, and then he hopped out the box of Cheerios, while laughing at my cum-injected cupcake.
As I continued hoping the koala was busy looking for my scrotum, it was discovered that the cumcake had fallen into an enormous chasm. Oh my god! It looks like a big pimple, and I'm gonna try out that bungee cord. Where would Jesus bungee?
God only knows.
My leg snapped. It's a good way to dance for quarters. When falling face forward, one must always make noises like horny grunting penguins in the dusk. Wings beating furiously, teeth chomping ferociously, and penguins flying, clouds parted like white butt cheeks and rained down gallons of guacamole! My little Avocado, who'd never done anything like that, was scared pantsless (just like mom). Along came the pretend scrotum crawling awkwardly along by the thread of its unravelling underpants. Instantly I knew parallel dimensions were boring celestial bodies. Transparent underwear concocted
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