When the Babel fish meets hormones

The flour rope that hangs around in the yard

Oh not sterilized Dildo, increasing flour-rope of the thousand-art

I’m straight, which hangs around in the yard!

 

Consolador Oh to sterilize, increasing mould of the art of thousands!

I right’m, that hangs around in the yard.

 

Hungry

In four short hours

I ate

Then you had me eat more

And now you have me hungering again

Thy flour rope increaseth

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