and pound on my pecker with a hammer on the anvil.
cause; like all evil cause; cant get a root. she wore reddy hair; and I gazed at her arse with a righteous intention.
remember boys in THAT house...there was a safe right?...and on cold cold winter nights danced with the bitches who refused my righteous entreaties.
cunt.cunt.cunt. I'd like to fuck this arab cunt.
a place i visited was a laundrette.
behind our place was another with 2 storeys and a backstair...i'd see it as i pissed out the window and wished for another place.
bed was empty...you cunts.
fucking arseholes i aint going anywhere. the best strike we can make is right at home. right at fucking home.
i finger the globe reflectivley; then pay to finger a cunts whore more so.
yep.
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