Hot piece of ass
It Rides along
The whis’p’er’ing sea
Whis’p’er’ing vaginas
in the wind.
Then the chickens said:
Come hither NOT you capers!
And then he
Ate her juicy.
Cake.
It Rides along
The whis’p’er’ing sea
Whis’p’er’ing vaginas
in the wind.
Then the chickens said:
Come hither NOT you capers!
And then he
Ate her juicy.
Cake.
Girl: Omg! I got front row tickets to the opera version of “Pauline (the haiku)” at the Met!
Boy: Yeah I’m gonna be busy eating borscht that night. Sorry.
Boy: Yeah I’m gonna be busy eating borscht that night. Sorry.
by Fijjuggsgjijhhyggggg-about it October 22, 2019