#37777 - The corpora cavernosa that ran the length of Ollie J. never wore big droopy drawer trousers Flapdoodle There’s a wing nut flummadiddle Lesbo space bat Flapdoodle She’s got a long vanilla index finger Flapdoodle She’s pointing it at your chest Flapdoodle She’s got a scaly dry itch psoriasis elbow Flapdoodle You’re all pasty white Flapdoodle She’s got a long vanilla index finger too Flapdoodle Oh my goodness Flapdoodle J. The fat girls had lemon cakes Licking lips Licorice twists And their Sarsaparilla poop hatches roared Sexy naked sex ensued with Cocoa butter And lanolin Later, Big AL the ninja farted in July Whilst a cool summer evenings breeze Rustled through persimmons maples and brambles Amongst the Midwest Magicicada Neotredecim cicadas Croaking their song carried by the wind Whilst winter rang its wrinkle round That all is fine and dandy, but it is not why we are here.
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