We all want an audience so we can jack off.  While we jack off..

In peace peace peeace...

PECAN PIE! :34

PENISES AND POOPCHUTES 

POOPCHUTES AND PENISES.

Feeling light, whilst drinking of teh bottle.

The Kaiser of penis wonder.
The WHOOSH of pubical flourish.

Divorce!
Phallic symbol Caesar.

But I can tell your yearning for the wine is like a sexual yearning or like waiting to urinate, or a dog's whini

But what do I speculate with my spectacles, a shimmering glyph of a potent match. ng. testes.

Bikbugd.

I'm a candy coated motherfucker. bloated, red haired red hot chunker cash for clunker, Eva in the bunker, headin' to the
pit stop to perform a sociological experiment on truckers, a messy one.  I'll bring a kitchen knife to a house wife fight,
bring home the bacon and the bread, and the meaty side of the loser's head.

Smear it in candy cane gloriousness and rainbow tasty tartiness.

But you know, no one wants to admint their disorders.

Nife fite.

seven four three two.

Missounubianquee