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Post by Sexual Chocolate on Jun 14, 2015 19:14:55 GMT -5
Hello friends, They call me the grassy knowl but you can call me lord master sexual chocolate. I hail from a land of many tales and woe. I was born in the year of out lord 1937 and never looked back not once. I like long walks on the beach and decorating my home with decaying animal carcasses. I listen to alot of Uncle Cracker and have a soft spot for the major restaurant chain Chili's. Hit me up ladeezzzz  |
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Post by Jiggy Fingerman on Jun 14, 2015 19:19:18 GMT -5
I love the smooth silky way that I imagined you saying this. It made me think of a 1970s cocaine-fueled boogy get-down. I felt pretty nice when I imagined how your voice sounded when you said "uncle cracker". It gave me some pretty slippery shivers down my tail pipe. Thanks for the memories sexual Chocolate. It is my sincere wish that you bring some of your decaying animal carcasses from your personal collection over to Nancy's tomorrow evening so that we can re-enact the scene from The Empire Strikes Back where Han Solo makes love to Luke Skywalker inside of a Tauntaun carass. That was my favorite scene. The new Star Wars didn't have enough of that kind of sexuality, there was only that one BJ that Jar Jar Binks gave to that jungle toad, and that was really all there was in the new Star Wars movies.
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Post by lagman on Jun 27, 2015 22:38:25 GMT -5
I can just taste it.. the cheesy goodness. anal sexings. impregnation and blame. and self hatred and ego-self love. i taste every drop of it im practically licking the sweat off your scrotum right now. and i can tell all of this by the tastings. tasty-taste tastings. this got me goin like a black man near a whit gal. this makes me horny like a Chihuahua in heat but no place to relieve myself, because im a roaming Chihuahua. And yall know roaming Chihuahuanese aint nothing but shit piles. Aight?
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