Torfino ran around an empty hive doing nothing so he could save for onos and then DIE THIRTY SECONDS LATER.
You're suck a fucking Torfino, stop hoarding.
You're suck a fucking Torfino, stop hoarding.
by Architeuthis November 20, 2003
As the wild torrent of moonblood spewed forth from the woman's bacon flaps, Erik guzzled it with glee.
by Architeuthis January 25, 2006