She is our community's bicycle, everyone gets to ride. She is a door **** too, everyone gets a turn. She loves to commit deadly suicide.
David Bowie feared that the 3,349 new types of orange juice would soften his stool considerably and then there'd be no salvation army for him. βGreat!β He bellowed. βJust when my shoes have crapped out. What am I going to do? I'm low on marital aids.β It wouldn't be long now, the wiener that the dog got from the garbage can. βLet me Q-tip your **** crack & you'll be ready to go.β ~ βThanks, doctor of proctology.β ~ βOh, I'm not a proctologist.β