Such creeps weeping were a sight to seeth. Sonucs ground was a plastersplat of fucking wreckage.
WHUM WHARE? his fingers traced every single line in the hoard but there wasnt a damn dot.
sonuc screamed with rippling neck tarsles
SALMANDORA IS GONE GONE!
sonuc threw himself over the teakettle and burnt his ribs in freestyle dance. He just went for it I guess
"she isnt in her stinkhole like a pink peter? "
tal wondered with a grim look like he farted
"tale i know what you look like you did." tale looked like sonuc beat him for it.
Crazed and horrible, sonuc streamlined his workload and finished the beating on time to make it to the stoneyard before sundown
he left the brittle boner to bleed by himself