[NB: This post was inspired by one of Jelly's entries.]Dear
Bitch Joan,
I still remember the first time I ever saw
your humongous tits you. You were
drunk and fingering your equally fucked-up friend Debbie at the bar standing at the edge of the park, radiant in your
thong pleated skirt,
nipples at attention staring with such fascination at
my swollen, pulsating cock a squirrel that was happily chewing its way through
my its nuts. You still hadn't seen me, but I saw you, and I knew right then that
I would be spurting my hot jism all over your screaming face that very evening we were destined for each other.
But now our relationship lies in ruins; the wounds
to my scrotum in my heart promise
to fester not to heal for a long time. Once you made it clear that
ass-fucking was no longer on the agenda you wanted to break things off, I
immediately began fucking your grandmother knew I had to let it all go and face reality.
So this is goodbye,
you flop-tittied cooze at least for now. I suppose we might, by sheer coincidence,
shoot bump into each other
at Crack Dealer Dave's in church, but this strikes me as unlikely.
I hope you suck a dick that ejaculates hydrochloric acid All the best,
Reynaldo
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I got all warm and damp when I read you flop tittied cooze.
ReplyDeleteI think you might be linking to the wrong post? Thanks - uhhhh - yah. Happy (belated) Valentine's Day, Reynaldo!
ReplyDeleteJelly,
ReplyDeleteOh, no: that's the right post. What inspired me was your humorous use of the "strike-through" function.
Kevin