The Terminator celebrated her 50th Bday, while her Vag celebrated it's 120th. That vag has been used and abused and ages in dog years you know, or is that cat years. I am not sure, either way it's old, black, sticky, and shriveled like a prune. I know what I am buying for her. A long sleeve fucking shirt. Cover those fucking arms you're scaring the locals. And while you're at cover that mug of yours too, it's not doing you any favors either.
Poor Guy, you know he doesn't really want to be there only because she probably rides his cock until it falls off or at least is covered in blisters every single chance she gets. He's happy for the first few minutes but once that bear traps latches on there's no letting go until she's satisfied and that can take forever. Trust this, she never gives up or takes a day off. Example! After her night of partying she was up bright and early and on her way to the gym.
Please bitch, take a day off. I do not go the gym, not a shocker to anyone, but rather I work out through Madge herself. I just look at pictures of her steroid arms and imagine myself looking like that. Kind of like the book The Secret where it preaches that you can have whatever you're heart desires if you just think about it. WRONG. I've been thinking about how awesome it would be if the owner of the ring ding and snoball kingdom died and left the factories to me, that shit hasn't happened.
Imagine swimming around in marshmallow fluff all day long, snorting it like it was coke, using it as lube....... Good Times.
Time to get my ass on this flight.
No comments:
Post a Comment