Abble “King Oliver” Prassure in “Post-Foreskin Amsterdam”
Leather Twupac Lewis battered and drew blood, in Doom-esque in-law ramming. A piff-for-all sex-pest, arcane as she may seem, dykes an iWombed batterball twat (hipstersome guy who you think’s name is Tio -tat). Biggs’ sexual ‘Gropes o’er Wrath’ suitcase-binged on lighter fluid, all Tweeting and Churning like a widdling T-Bone (Rowan: “CripeCripeCripe!”). King Oliver would go ass-flanking - stoked alright! The cloutBaby d’auction service (Abby! Foreskin newer! Once and for(eskin) all(trumpet)!). Jens Leskinman queefs and motherfudgsicles ‘Vultures’ by The Allspring chickens. Post-horny culture verbally blidgeons; the cunt was eskin’ after yr bumbling Dexter Urnland). Let her take back those lewd, penis-battered Andrew photos, lad. Seeing as I’m quite partial to dooming thisque in-maw way (roaming). Aphid forskins - the sex-skins o’ pests, are cleaner than they may seem, but dryer than coke’s wombderbelly. Butt a balls wouldtwn’t hype the meagrest string quartet of qunts (hipsters) summarizing drinks, numb intiollectualising and twat in the biggsest autosexual grindawp e’er to wrap a shitcake, pinged into fluidation, over a lighted twat garden with backing choon courtesy of revered rapper T-Rone (rwho cripps and bludds like the Priory School’s back playground). But pingSTEAD, I’ll love ‘er with my wood, and goad only the nogo pastor into flaking his already-stroked un-light. This beat-a-Baby workshop d’ought to be shut down (by Amothercarey, who ain’t so fore and aft as once known). Remember: once a fawn-skin, always a trodden carpet! Jen was ‘kay, but lines such skins with the quafers of men, and must’ve found a citation for bumptious skater pawnks the Oldspring shakin’. S’posed to beany baby a mars bar volture, expressed verbally in belicious wankutechture. The cunt bein’ of the spinning kind. Never a dull day for Bryan “Old” Amsterdam.
