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on a dark desert highway, hot fart-wind in my hair with a warm smell of diarrheoa rising up through the air I was scared of pant-crapping on that starry starry night my belly heavy and my sphincter groaned in pain I had to stop for a ***** there she stood in the doorway, the receptionist from hell, and I was thinking to myself what a ******* smell, then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way I rushed into the bathroom shrieking, hey, I need to pump it out. welcome to the hotel california; such a lovely toilet; be careful don't soil it with an ill-timed **** splatter; any time of year, it don't ******* matter. now my bot is oozing brownly, it's got the mercedes bends; I'd better wash it for the sake of her pretty boy friends dancing in the courtyard, k-y jelly in their pockets, some dancing in the **** some in their jockeys. so I called up the waiter, please bring a bucket of wine; he said: we haven't had such a ****** here since eighteen forty nine, and then I got hold of this cute looking guy who was a ******* great fairy and he showed me his **** so hairy probably laiden with a.i.d.s. .... welcome to the hotel california; such a lovely toilet; be careful don't soil it with an ill-timed **** splatter; any time of year, it don't ******* matter.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
In the Toilet at the Hotel California
on a dark desert highway, hot fart-wind in my hair with a warm smell of diarrheoa rising up through the air I was scared of pant-crapping on that starry starry night my belly heavy and my sphincter groaned in pain I had to stop for a ***** there she stood in the doorway, the receptionist from hell, and I was thinking to myself what a ******* smell, then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way I rushed into the bathroom shrieking, hey, I need to pump it out. welcome to the hotel california; such a lovely toilet; be careful don't soil it with an ill-timed **** splatter; any time of year, it don't ******* matter. now my bot is oozing brownly, it's got the mercedes bends; I'd better wash it for the sake of her pretty boy friends dancing in the courtyard, k-y jelly in their pockets, some dancing in the **** some in their jockeys. so I called up the waiter, please bring a bucket of wine; he said: we haven't had such a ****** here since eighteen forty nine, and then I got hold of this cute looking guy who was a ******* great fairy and he showed me his **** so hairy probably laiden with a.i.d.s. .... welcome to the hotel california; such a lovely toilet; be careful don't soil it with an ill-timed **** splatter; any time of year, it don't ******* matter.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
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