Priceless Sex Clones

I smell marijuana.

Cigarettes burn his clothes

I swear I’m in a sauna;

My hidden overloads.


Someone kill those fucking terrorists!

What good are those fucking therapists!

Burn a dick. I’m not sick. 

I’ll be fine as long as I whet my prick!

Burn a sick. I’m not dick.

She can swallow my whole vagina!


Eats take. Killer ape. Money’s green. Gasoline!

 

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