smells like JUSTICE, HONOR

Sorry but the travail has got my pig by the tits. So the femme with the ass to be gangraped at nobody's pleasure till she pleads for the mercy she'll never get, is on skies only she knows with the odious swilling maturity of high-stench artifice and the ponderous o frigging odious odious ass my own butt mistakenly bounced off today by the door. Have her pussy shaved live and nicked but all this may work little next to the true cut of insidious social parry and rejection. Get it all between your twitchy eyelinered-eyes that trot above the cowback cheekbones uglier than beauty. Entered till your mind dies, sleep with a cow after. What about the men and women who dance about - what for them? Men to have their pubic filams plucked out singly for the lie of association till they beg and women depending on degree of honor enjoyed at travail and la vie get greater mind spanks in propo. and torture. mercy? mercie.