When a strapping young lad comes to find himself sad, he reflects on his desires he may find himself in mires. The decrepit land makes him sweat from his gland. He pined and pined but to no avail, for he was male. He could not sway this limp bitch, she will not fulfill his jock itch. Sad and soulless she is worse than a sloth, the boy must clean himself with a cloth.

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