I removed my foreskin to interfere with procedure I tied one end of the rope to the tip of my prick and the other, to the exhaust of my girlfriend's car
and this is her stunt she shoves some firecrackers up her cunt this is her stunt she shoves an antioxidant up her cunt this is her stunt now, now, the
easily detect a flat-footed traitor your mom is a co-conspirator her nonsense cannot prevent the prize fighter from fist fuckin your citizens quickly
don't call him a retard he's a buck-toothed gambler he's a cross-eyed refugee pollutants seeping through his pores and he's panting like a hog-tied athlete
my frightened muscles won't flex during these demonstrations her fists turn into wrecking balls my impotence gives her a thrill I can't get stiff during
she's growing antennas out of her thighs to monitor her opponent's thighs she's getting an equipment rash on her thighs to repulse the tourists that sightsee
menstruating thrills return without training bras a carpenter's dream gave that bitch fertility scars so we're donating eggs until menopause silly, trying
oh mama takes the fly swatter to my ass because, I gave St. Peter a shiner oh mama uses the plunger to suck the milkshakes out of my ass and serve it
squad with the P.O.W.s give the sluts old-fashioned entertainment I admire her movements he's doing the Louis Armstrong on her
Translation: Arab On Radar. Don\\'t Call Him A Retard.
