TreSwank
Posts: 1165
Joined: 3/5/2005 Status: offline
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You smoke pole as if it were positively de rigueur for you to flourish and grow strong...........like Flintstones vitamins.........Centrum Silver.........Miracle Grow. Your blowjobs may never receive celebrity endorsement, but I'll be damned if they don't make my tummy burn, and my heart wax joyful. Let's face it, now - every little word you utter is a chocolate-dipped turd, a stillbirth made up and dressed to the nines for a pretentious photo-shoot......but when you wrap those painted lips around me and bob up and down all studious-like, I could almost buy you a milkshake (any flavor you want). I don't mind your insincerity so much, but when you stop before I'm finished, it makes me want to have a little mini-breakdown. Don't you want to be basted with my industrial-strength love goo........roll around in it...........compose arias of jizz lovin' fervor? You know, it really hurts my feelings when you stop two steps short of the finish line. Hopefully, we can work on that.
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