mardi gras beads, vaginal toothpicks and anal staples.

don't nobody rile up cos. that's my job!

OK TERRA I WILL TRY NOT TO. RILE YOU UP

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:love you do it very well :love

a king cake, a rubber replica of a Peoples Choice Award, and a medium sized bottle of Extra Virgin olive oil

buttermilk biscuits, a wishbone and a clit cot.

warm sausage gravy, "the wedge", and a funnel

a warm mud pack in "those" places, a butterfinger, and a corkscrew

a squeegie for after the warm mud pack in "those" places, a bottle of warm massage oil, and a red velvet cake

a package of lil' debbie's moon pies, a can of 30 weight, and a gas nozzle

a pair of green stockings, a half gallon of green beer, a beef brisket, two mediuim sized potatoes shoved into a rubber glove, a hot glue gun, some petroleum jelly (grape flavor), and the soundtrack from Fiddler on the Roof playing on a Fisher-price turntable.

:love:orgasm:x

the soundtrack of funny girl playing on a wee tots cd player, ear wax, a nail gun, one banana hidden in w whoopie cushion, a cheeseburger, a bottle of red mountain, and a fishnet condom

a scratchy copy of Jesus Christ superstar playing on a "My little Pony" tape deck, an impact wrench, some slobber (from the side of your mouth), a joy buzzer, a cliteral stimulation device with a vague resemblence to a nose, a large bottle of King of Spirits absinthe, a four foot length of dental floss, oatmeal.

cherios, some bad beer, an innertube with hair on the rim, your nipple ring stuck on my tongue, a bent level, and iko iko playing in the background

an old hunk of pop-tart (cherry...frosted) with lint stuck on it, a bastard file, your (insert adornment, body part, orifice here) stuck to my tongue, a bottle of really good bourdon mixed with grape cool-ade....with no sugar, David Hasselhoff crooning in the distance,

stars wars blaring in the background, a bottle of zima laced with cystal light, your (prominent body part) in the palm of my warm oiled hand, a doubled corrupt file, a piece of bait with a tire attached.

"Star Trek, the next generation" playing softly on a broken black and white "little princess" television, a container of banana flavored protein mixed with warm Dixie Beer, your ( sensitive body part and or parts) between my fingers, a moldy, wet towel, and hard piece of cheese with green, fuzzy spots on it.

shredded mexican cheese laced with spanish fly, baby wipes, your exploring finger, tequilla with worm high on pcp, and tom jones "she's a lady" blaring from the neighbors radio.

goat cheese filled with mercury, fried toilet paper, my exploring tongue, mescaline, and a pair of giant panties found under the stage at a Tom Jones concert, The best of Seals and Croft on 8 track

oh god the 8 track thing made me quiver

loggins and messina live and in jail, a leopard skin manthong inside a stove top stuffing box, qualudes, your manrod slipping between my lips, frozen q tips, and a little brie laced with feces.

quaaludes and brie? Oh, god...and you had me at Loggins and Messina...

a half glass of Woodford reserve and a warm diet coke, a mushy bowl of kibbles and bits, my tongue exploring your clitoris, peyote, a package of odd lots underwear with three leg holes each, and a block of sharp cheddar with warm cat vomit on top.

i see what you did there

it was the peyote, wasn't it? Drug references....

oh oh. i'm out of sync now. who is doing who to whom?

I'm doing what to you.