Granger wrote:Fuck off, please go grow yourself some decency.
Smoopadoop wrote:all over his
The morning mist fell upon me as I drew dead animals in my tower. Then I thought,
"I wish the shubberies from the big castle at Dover were better."
As I contemplated the unsightly brush Peter, the farmer, interrupted me saying,
"Troubles my friend! DICKS EVERYWHERE! We must quickly go to the sawmill and talk with the great millers son."
"Oh no, the roadsign appears to have been tampered by the hobo who has golden tooth."
"I know that hobo!" I exclaimed.
Peter grabbed a small man's large dead beaten horse and then said,
"Why haven't the been far even."
He was confused while strangling a nearly dead creamy cock. Then he finally felt at peace.
At the sawmill his father hanging out his laundry said:
"Will you ever pay child support?"
His epileptic seizures caused sudden jerks.
As he woke he realised that he had drooled dead beaten horses all over his smelly dogs blanket. Meanwhile the hobo ...
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