the only mayonaise I see, is crusted on the front of your pants.... ..............but you 're right, angel hair pasty, pale, pasta arms are more the look these days. ...........in fact, you are a variety pack of limp noodles.
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Oh yeah Suzie baby, a slut for your cock! But if you want to have fun with men and not just women, you really should have that operation. I mean, I know Lovernios likes it, but he hardly qualifies as a real man.
"lovernios" wrote ... What do you call a Kandy Karma that sleeps for 200 years?
Frumplestilskin?
Keep your ex-wife's pet names for your pencil-penis to yourself next time, eww!
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"Arcane13" wrote ... Keep your ex-wife's pet names for your pencil-penis to yourself next time, eww!
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Ya well. The last time you went to the park you ended up taking a nap on a blanket ... By the time you woke up, an entire tourist industry had bloomed around your enormous boobs, complete with hot dog vendors, souvenir stands and rides for the kids.
my talking flute, says the reason he and everyone else here smells like ass, is because thrash says we're are in a web forum.. .........................and we're really all up his ass. with room to spare.
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You are a thoroughly bestial warthog of a woman, perhaps hunchbacked a bit, usually seen with wild frazzled hair and wearing some old flip-flops from the sixties and a stained housecoat while you sweep the lawn and wave and freaked-out passers by. Ironically, you're also a narcissistic trollop of a wenchbag, and a primitive, all-defiling conglomeration of intellectual constipation. Even your brain-farts stink.
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"lovernios" wrote ... You are a thoroughly bestial warthog of a woman, perhaps hunchbacked a bit, usually seen with wild frazzled hair and wearing some old flip-flops from the sixties and a stained housecoat while you sweep the lawn and wave and freaked-out passers by. Ironically, you're also a narcissistic trollop of a wenchbag, and a primitive, all-defiling conglomeration of intellectual constipation. Even your brain-farts stink.
Wow, that was ... That was ...
... that was like what you're typical whining about; your habits of dressing in only neon, your collecting of Kenny G cds, and your favorite pastime of catching dicks with your chin while watching the "Lifetime Estrogen-Inducing Movie Of The Week".
