On Sat, 31 Aug 2019 11:13:03 -0700, "fake vet Afro-Eyetalian Scatboipushing at my backdoor. Except, as it turns out, it wasn't a fart. Next thing I feel something running down the back of my leg. I looked down and goddamn it! A splattering of shit. Holy crapola, I said, to no one in particular, carefully sprinting
Colon La Edmund J. Burke" <Your_Colon@usa.com> wrote:
I had nearly finished the bottle of red when it happened. A nice bottle of red seems to go well with free episodes of "The Walking Dead." For me anywho. I went to the kitchen to get me more chips. Standing there at the counter I felt a fart
It will if yer 'red' is Night Train Express, Midnight, you old whore
turd!
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