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He was raised in the slave pits of Gaul giving his everything, all when provided the chance learning sword shield and lance excelling at killing the medium large great and small He might have come to his end his knee and his body did bend looking up he laughed opponent with a draft for genitalia no armor defends A fistula of full mailed hand a foe now left screaming on sand Fellacio Dickus survived his rival deprived of his life and his Dickus, remand This story has a sad close Fellacio descended just as he rose a sword to the nuts removing his guts fellatio's more of a **** but still blows
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Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
Ballad of The Gladiator; Fellacio Dickus (A limerikish, thing, sort of....)
He was raised in the slave pits of Gaul giving his everything, all when provided the chance learning sword shield and lance excelling at killing the medium large great and small He might have come to his end his knee and his body did bend looking up he laughed opponent with a draft for genitalia no armor defends A fistula of full mailed hand a foe now left screaming on sand Fellacio Dickus survived his rival deprived of his life and his Dickus, remand This story has a sad close Fellacio descended just as he rose a sword to the nuts removing his guts fellatio's more of a **** but still blows
ROFL Yeah, sick I know, but I couldn't' help it ;D~
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Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
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