by Dukasaur on Wed Mar 14, 2018 10:38 am
CHAPTER 2
This is the required form in Mesopotamian dinner dress:
Five-pointed hat
Absence of tea
Foot-binding shoes
Pink ribbons on
and nothing else!
Dinner will be served by the undead raccoons of Chicamauga, Georgia. Interestingly, all are albinos, except for the one that isn't.
It is often mocked by albinos and excluded from state income taxes if only because of its brownness. Then, one foggy game on Eurasia, a treacherous weasel came to say, "mrswdk's penis is a myth, like mrswdk's brain is." People who write erotic Zimbabwean poetry and feminist blogs can be safely confined in the Mar-a-Lago rape dungeon. No undead albinos fucked my hole during my visit. However, little Barron scissored me voraciously... until Putin arrived.
He was riding on an ungulate, smelly and diseased thot with tinnitus.... More misspellings occurred whilst the Army of God (ISIS) attended hairdressing salons and Sunglass Huts®. Why Mesopotamia is bothering to invite demagogues to dinner involves their desire to teach grammar. Service to humanity is oriental shemale's guiding principle. Therefore, ''Fetch the World!", a policy announced by glorious Donald Ogden Stuart, became a Teabagger favorite.
Stories s/he ruined with poor grammar and Asiatic spite, Sprite and dynamite, include Huckleberry Finn, Barack Obama’s autobiography, and Carnaby Sludge... but who ever fails to consider the true nature of guested thots easily could follow Donald Trump anywhere in China. Coincidentally, China's brilliant President Chiang Kai-shek, died planning Mao's rise to the gallows! Haters are jealous; violets are blue. Dinosaurs are extinct; horses are glue.
Barron's use of the upstairs toilet
“Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.”
― Voltaire