Dr. PiffPiffPiff’s Vimto Bum Rum
One more before bed? Some dour bracketing, ‘tis said? Superdomed Flour Babies, chinks’ tiffs are sadist. Duped, uh! moaned her four great fees, chipped midriffs a greedy. Do the poo upon your own Nederland, for grated freedom ‘n’ chips humidifies the ace green dye. Do-do diligence upon Audrey’s gay when decent, before simulated freeder domes of ‘m our ‘m pips - frigid and fried in a spacetacular geenda dyke. New Mew vigilance coupons? Or Dr. Dre’s getaway decanter. Beef-whores stimulate Feeder and Dom from Muse (the pimps), whilst frigid but free inuit astronauts gleen some style. No, Merriweather’s big in lands local ‘pon this orth. Dre in, dre out, one needs a way to center one’s Piff-floors within the late Grant Nicholas’ bum (from Uncle). Could use a glimpse of feisty midget cups, the freer the better-intuited, as Trentemøller ought to assure; been bare, done a whale! Blow me weather-beaten Timbaland. Some Sloth Calpol’ll open this piss orifice. Day in, Dre ought to want kneecaps for gays to decant their Piffnis flow-Piff into his liver-lantern. St. Nick’s last unclebumming could be abuse, if gimps weren’t fighting for Midget Gems, duped! Freya from Final Fantasy IX batters Butters into editorial, while Trent Reznor mullers the ass of your Manbearwhale (in Wales). Beef me, whether for art a bishop I beat. Skimpy-gran’s numb poke shall gulp’l all sorts of bore-t’piss. In fact, they grin they, out of flaunting whatever sly traps prove ways of disinfectant-piffing. Theirniel Piffs glow way down into shivery panties, so spick and spam’k cumbleunking that a flood o’bewbs me be, ‘tis dumps th’tar mighty for Bridget Jones’ dupery. Gayer ones finally infanticise shitters’ shatted vimto bedpictorial Gunt Truz’ler, wh’pummels the mushy man-borne sorrow (in Wales). Queef-meat is better for arterial bashop-bishing. Skins characters thumb their polka-dot chaletmates with palpable All Sorts and offshore tipis. Bin-fatted gangrene-gays spouted flowering Venus Whatever Traps, which drove said gays out of this inflection. Spaffing PiffPiffPiff, go down on my chivalry-endorsed panty-filler, soup-thick with spermy k-hole crumble. What boobfood broods betwixt deux mighty tres Bridget Jones legs, for kicks! Flail a fine phallus ‘til frantic incision and shit-spew vomit, OH! Bedsit Tory boys (Cunt Trufflers) whip their pumice rum bottles with marsh and the Borne Identity docks I reck’n (In Copenhagen Identity).
