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