this is story.

Someone better compile and print this thing out as a whole work after it gets locked.

watmm was very sad and depressed because three words hurt their feelings. Now watmm will be without tits or asses forever because JR can't appreciate them titties "new rules, cunts!" because tits are jr's nagging phobia and give him nightmares of being stuck in a giant titty.

There is not story or is there? Yep, there is. It goes like this...

in a world where sweaty balls drift up stream there r bitches everywhere, three tittied women dream about being pleased all day by the very best vanilla ice cream who kill for beans, spleens, and cocks - they suck feverishly, ferociously, unabashedly at the teat In the heat on the beat and then everyone died. Corpses, then fucked up beats and innocence, viciously martyred as was prophecied by the elder scrolls. The Argonian scrotum wrinkle gazette Big booby Tit Machine was malfunctioning, and flesh is weak and wholly delicious so instead, metal unlike the fleshlight didn't provide satisfaction, that messy implement, resuming its journey into rectal territories beyond your wildest squats. Richard James, wet, quilled chasms felt quite good, so much so, he came in Cytherean arcs which watmm rated a jazzband facepalm fart with boner index of 90101 as certified by Shannon Doherty famous for her statewide sandwich competition. Masonic Boom waited. The lights were made of cheddar cheese. A yonder light twinkled, sprinkled, tinkled. Like a rapidly descending dong, a donkey dong in the face of a