my orange tastes like yours, only the clever was wet with the egyption lottery winners on the open road of life and poodle whiskey. Why do good cards die and the not so good cereal boxes get to ingest my fridges testicluar penis butter. Open the door, but dont let my keyboard daughter suck your third nipple, infested with laxatives and olympic medals. Only firemen look like buttered toast. Except the jelly is mouldy lampshades. Trees. My Italian had an epiphany. Wh does turds. Zed. Yummy yum in my column. Three dollars and ill give you herpies from santas rhine stone cowboy. Bed spread and pillows between slices of bread and colons taste beter than orange boot woman. Cornucopia. Why do diaries?
Suck my fred. Why do antelopes doodle the dudley do right, Call me a nazi!? do nazi\'s wear condoms on their furry heads. I dont, neither do giants. Feet smell, poopie doesnt. Your welcome, as the tripe trucks tickle the purple. Kumquats to Spain are what humans are to dogs. Savew that ozone layer umpire, he was safe. Wave the canadian flag in Iraq, and a poo named Jacob the slut will fart on your brother. Cliche apples are boring, oblong aliens pork my grandmother. Man i need to trim my frosted pubes
sorry if it was a little...crude...but i took all the really bad stuff out. Horsey, wah wah, widdle pop.
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