Q. Whio was that pimp at your
party?
A. That was no pimp, that was my fornicaterer, you tardbaby. He was serving whors d'oeuvres and quiche. In addition he could also proved an excellent crucifuck or colostofuck or
set you up with a skilled Abominatrix.
Everyone in his stable is carefully screened. There’s not a prostitoad in the bunch and you won’t have to hide your valuables in your prison
wallet or treat them as cuntraband. You’ll remain ClaMedia-free.
Now twaddle on home and play with your cunteloupe