The "Stringing Words into a Looong Sentence" Game

[stilettogirl84]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room

 

[sirene]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into

 

[kiss&tell]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush

 

[sirene]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly

 

[peacelover142002]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton

 

[sirene]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton who then snorted out

 

[peacelover142002]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton who then snorted out Bill's cigar

 

[kate_is_goddess]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton who then snorted out Bill's cigar to

 

[sirene]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton who then snorted out Bill's cigar to Nick Lachey who

 

[stilettogirl84]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton who then snorted out Bill's cigar to Nick Lachey who sucked

 

[sirene]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton who then snorted out Bill's cigar to Nick Lachey who sucked greedily on

 

[pink_lipgloss]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton who then snorted out Bill's cigar to Nick Lachey who sucked greedily on lollipops

 

[sirene]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton who then snorted out Bill's cigar to Nick Lachey who sucked greedily on lollipops covered with tapioca and

 

[dulcedeleche]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton who then snorted out Bill's cigar to Nick Lachey who sucked greedily on lollipops covered with tapioca and last night's bloody snot from the fight he got into with

 

[shallow_waters]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton who then snorted out Bill's cigar to Nick Lachey who sucked greedily on lollipops covered with tapioca and last night's bloody snot from the fight he got into with Liza Minelli, who

 

[sirene]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton who then snorted out Bill's cigar to Nick Lachey who sucked greedily on lollipops covered with tapioca and last night's bloody snot from the fight he got into with Liza Minelli, who began to eat grass along with

 

[kate_is_goddess]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton who then snorted out Bill's cigar to Nick Lachey who sucked greedily on lollipops covered with tapioca and last night's bloody snot from the fight he got into with Liza Minelli, who began to eat grass along with daisies

 

[sirene]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton who then snorted out Bill's cigar to Nick Lachey who sucked greedily on lollipops covered with tapioca and last night's bloody snot from the fight he got into with Liza Minelli, who began to eat grass along with daisies and frog's legs but

 

[peacelover142002]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton who then snorted out Bill's cigar to Nick Lachey who sucked greedily on lollipops covered with tapioca and last night's bloody snot from the fight he got into with Liza Minelli, who began to eat grass along with daisies and frog's legs but then stopped and

 

[shallow_waters]

I lasciviously enjoy removing Birkenstocks that attractive-toed young party hopping coquettes like drinking Paris Latsis' milk bottle 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 voluptuous 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 lasting ages prior to desensitized electroshock therapy involving miniscule insertions of phosphorescent diptyque candles within reason-able timeframes, hereto forth revolving around antidisestablishmentarianism 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 beer steins 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 seeping 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 stuck tightly to her collagen-enhanced lips, protruding grotesquely upward from her big butt that jiggled nauseatingly with flubber that bubbled like Moet with fire in the pants who jumped in fright and screamed like a cheap wh*re with broken garters who veered wildly across the hotel room and ran into George Bush darted quickly behind Hilary Clinton who then snorted out Bill's cigar to Nick Lachey who sucked greedily on lollipops covered with tapioca and last night's bloody snot from the fight he got into with Liza Minelli, who began to eat grass along with daisies and frog's legs but then stopped and fired a warning shot that was heard by