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Meanwhilst, in teh park…

Thee turd slid noiselesly out of the dogs colon and fell dropingly onto the grbum with a silent plop. Moments later, the flies zerod in with the hormone of the rancid **** pellet, to feast and lay there egg.

Meanwhilst, in thee park…

Maggets formed in a sea of sweetest necter. They feasted on the ****s and **** there own ****s back into the ****, mingling **** with ****s and dogs dna with a magots. Its the primordeal sledge of life…

Mr. Banhammer exploded allover Loises face. His great times had a consistensy of old muskmellon shoe. It was in teh form of a rod plug and it hit her rite in the eye. Lois was crying because of her eye and she did not konw if this would be cover by insurance? Banhammer’s male reproductive organ was buffed to a dull shene and uncloged. He was ready for a nite on teh town!

wow, mcbananana realy shot her in the eye

Bandhammer wander’d the street in a fabulous personadaisical manner. He knowed not whither he was henced to, but it would take more then just anny mere women to coax his weener to fruition for a second time that nihgt. He set he’s power scoter for teh citys park, knowin that its fill with wonders all of a satrunday night.

I propose that, going forward, male reproductive organ size should be measured in Xylons, where 1 Xylon = the length of Xylon’s tiny pecker.

Mine is about 8 and a half Xylons btw

Movin onto darker realms within sunniebrook municiple park, an smell hit im like a rollotrain! A smell of ****s long forgetten by its bum. just beyond the see-sawed, in the mulberries bushes, he could make out a form of a svelt lady lyin in the grbum. Alarm for a moment, and than relief as he saw her twich and squirm in a lbumivious fashion.

What a salascious broad! SHes saucin and sbumin there in teh creepin charely. ANd the Bandhammer approaches her, intriqued but afraid, but his numbified pen0r tinga-ling-lingin a song of he’s youth. Never feelin so alive as like this moment, he hoisted heself on outta the moterized chair and slinked on over to to the buxom brownei’s bedside.

What a site for to see her a-jigglin! She gotta strange, brown, crutsy, skin but he tentactively reached out a hand and stroke her up on her arm. It’s was smoothand soft, kinda mushin beneath he’s fingertypes. Her reasponse a rasping breathe, like a sexy moan but more ghostily. QUivering anticiption, he takes it as a invitatien, straggling with his xxxl wolfshrit; cool prewashered cotton in barely mobille sausaged fingers.