Olds

Olds

whoops, the Don went bowling over the hockey cliffs, junting like openings up towards the sealine. i paped the hojey inwards (heehee openings) and flight like flying lickers making sex. dis iz da worst day of your life, you'veencountered a silly phrase. make way for geronimo. brown diliopackage. FLOUSTER boker on moke nount, fizzling gastreopads. my nads are nuttier than a team of girls. kyle's kite is firey and under open weights. my mother has protruded across a wasteland and fallen in to a crevasse of steamy pups. make a sliding beauty of hope flowers. crumudgeon glissando brew, smiley. i stained your hat again, sorry lover.