The "Stringing Words into a Looong Sentence" Game

[sirene]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end

 

[*~stix~*]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which

 

[kiss&tell]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted

 

[sirene]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who

 

[GorguzLaChick]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which

 

[sirene]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which overflowed

 

[stilettogirl84]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which overflowed with

 

[kiss&tell]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which overflowed with poop

 

[sirene]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which overflowed with poop and turtles which

 

[kiss&tell]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which overflowed with poop and turtles which she gagged

 

[SweetFantasy]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which overflowed with poop and turtles which she gagged and

 

[stilettogirl84]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which overflowed with poop and turtles which she gagged and choked

 

[pink_lipgloss]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which overflowed with poop and turtles which she gagged and choked on the

 

[sirene]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which overflowed with poop and turtles which she gagged and choked on the toilet plunger that

 

[matilda]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which overflowed with poop and turtles which she gagged and choked on the toilet plunger that stucked

 

[sirene]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which overflowed with poop and turtles which she gagged and choked on the toilet plunger that stucked tightly to

 

[*~stix~*]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which overflowed with poop and turtles which she gagged and choked on the toilet plunger that stucked tightly to her

 

[stilettogirl84]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which overflowed with poop and turtles which she gagged and choked on the toilet plunger that stucked tightly to her collagen-enhanced

 

[*~stix~*]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which overflowed with poop and turtles which she gagged and choked on the toilet plunger that stucked tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips

 

[Tushka_BeLLa]

I lasciviously enjoy removing birkenstocks that attractive-toed young partyhopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milkbottle comprised of sharp little blue pills that taste sour because Karl Lagerfeld spat gel-like marbles, so glistening and tasteless, erotically from his lower mandible, before seductively hoovering voluptous marbles of gel-like hyphenated-fun into pert little sections, whilst gyrating around a filthy-cute piece of rather-old astro-turf, ravishingly tasty because boys like chicks melting over astro-turf during rabid cow infested rodeos last-ing ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, heretoforth revolving around antidisestablishamentarianist or whatever comes first to cretins assassinating stinky cheese, but causing considerable molten damage within scrotum tissue of festering scabs that leak everywhere and strongly resemble K-Fed licking cheetos crumbs and sneezing girls off, while brittney staggers to the toilet where she sat crosslegged with her boyfriend whilst eating squid with dobermans who skipped cheerfully backwards towards the penthouse brothel with lemurs dancing with fairies drinking absinthe coupled him beside the table where they rode cowboys with grenades and beersteins when suddenly a crazy wombat, foaming kool-aid, burst into song even though they were encased in a bottle of lumpy lemonade which tastes acidic and smells like gasoline and was shaken-not-stirred with horrendous popped pimples which left scars all over which hurt like hell because they were entranced with a special razorblade soaked in Donatella Versace's saliva completed the disgusting array of Dooney purses lined up in a row with LSD and pesticide, bouncing gleefully beside ants with huge fat welts seaping liquid intestines smearing green sludge throughout their bodies leaking delightful juice all over the neck of the elegant alligator bag inside Eminem's white baggy rear end which disgusted Jessica Simpson who farted on the pool which overflowed with poop and turtles which she gagged and choked on the toilet plunger that stucked tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protuding
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