Day 134: It Is Privacy "From"
I heard some wailing and some moans after that. Then pleasurable groans; oh, what’s that? And a giggle!? "What is this atrocity," I asked with a heightened pitch! I stormed my way through the house. It is a cows hide in here. No one else understands the necessity for sanitary hygiene. I did find my way to the back lounge room, turned and there it was! Bypassing nerve impulses for thought; I was in a debacled puking state. There in the china cabinet lay Lisa the Lizard Fairy. How did she enter? The locks are on the outside?? More importantly, what did she think she was doing? It was a profanity I can barely survive remembering. Ok, so there was Lisa and she was doing it! That's right! She was indeed, bathing, there, in grandma's vase. It singed my eyeballs shut it was so twisted.
Laughing Glasses Google The Fry.
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 5:52 pm
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beautiful masterbation, hm?
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You horrified my eyes in shock. Shrill impulses of un-nerved ripplings of the cold and a glance that shone bright but for only an inconcievable moment. You speak profanities I can not witness to bare it any longer. The fishy swims and the bear growls and rainbows go up over the clouds. Ok, if I never look again, the sin is gone....Oh No, Damn it all to hell, I looked again.........
i just now came back to read what you wrote in response to my comment. my apologies if i offended you, really. i have to read deeper than what you write, obviously since nothing's on the surface. that's what i got out of this post. i'm sorry.
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