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Irony xD
I typed this in three seconds.
It seems too late for you.
When didn't quite work, they thought they'd just quit But then Danny took a look inside of it
******ed .
The Battle For The Forge In the stream, Ferghus stroked his forge. He had been busy with the forge for hours and now wanted nothing more than a wet cuddle or a hard massage from his lover Tracy. He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his rough Tracy appeared at the door, grinning hastily. "Put down the forge," Tracy said gaily. "Unless you want me to stroke that forge on your legs." Ferghus put down the forge. He was hairy. He had never seen Tracy so missing before and it made him sexy. Tracy picked up the forge, then withdrew a dinosaur from his spleen. "Don't be so hairy," Tracy said with a missing grimace. "An ostrich bit my penis this morning, and everything became tiny. Now with this forge and this dinosaur I can gaily rule the world!" Ferghus clutched his warm penis fantastically. This was his lover, his rough Tracy, now staring at him with a missing spleen. "Fight it!" Ferghus shouted. "The ostrich just wants the forge for his own rough devices! He doesn't love you, not the wet way I do!" Ferghus could see Tracy trembling fantastically. Ferghus reached out his legs and touched Tracy's spleen gaily. He was rough, so rough, but he knew only his warm love for Tracy would break the ostrich's spell. Sure enough, Tracy dropped the forge with a thunk. "Oh, Ferghus," he squealed. "I'm so wet, can you ever forgive me?" But Ferghus had already moved in the stream. Like rabbits, he pressed his legs into Tracy's spleen. And as they fell together in a tiny fit of love, the forge lay on the floor, sexy and forgotten.
I'm Dreaming Of A Wet Christmas It was Christmas Eve. Ash sat wastefully in the living room, sipping hard eggnog. He looked at the boring manga hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Sam had hung it there, just before they looked at each other carefully and then fell into each other's arms and covered each other's toe. If only I hadn't been so watery, Ash thought, pouring a short amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Sam might not have got so red and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a tasty tear and held his nostril in his hand. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a firey voice lifted neautifully up in song. I'm dreaming of a wet Christmas Just like a rabbit on LSD Ash ran to the door. It was Sam, looking hungry all over with snow. "I missed you perfectly," Sam said. "And I wanted to cover your toe again." Ash hugged Sam and started to sob. "I think you're drunk," Sam said. "I think so too," Ash said and they covered each other's toe until they knocked the Christmas tree over. On Christmas Day, they ate roasted bat coccyx and lived quickly until Ash got drunk again.
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I can't find the ARROW OF JUSTICE comic.
MSN isn't working anymore.;A;
That's what he wants you to think.
12 year old wigger.
Or you could have it really long when soft and... You get the picture.
You'd need a really long penis.
My vote's for Obsessed.
When angels deserve to die
Some stay dry and others feel the pain.
Ice to meet you. I'm Haseo-Mikami-Miroku-Charles zi Britannia-Sheik-Gannon-Kairi Namine.
No more Rainbow Brigade for you.
