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Alas the saying be'ith ture. The Filth hold terrible secerts.

What see'ith through yawn smelly windows brakes.

But the toilet. (YES ANOTHER TOILET ENTRY GIVE IT TIME AND I'LL OUT GROW IT)

The secerts it'ath have held in it's time.

It have'th sees the flaws of their's. The Perennial flaws of the almighty Hemorrhoid.

The sweet necture of a womans hinny. The everlasting perfume for their skin.

eek The the god foresaken after glow smell eek

The everlasting glance of a dear woman in the bent position. But just a sight has it's most netorious draw backs. Like the accursed bending of the male with his genitals flapping as he'eth plunges into the sacred thrown, and then unhands his most devastating attaks to the bowels the bowl.

The secrets if any Heathen like that would fetch little in the worlds of splendor.

But alas the journy has'th come to an end. As the woman will never miss the bowl and the man seems to always miss his target.

Fare the well the secrest of strangers. As little will be reviled in time.


twisted BUT DNA SAMPLING DOSE WONDERS. twisted