To the cover of the jungle a noble savage runs, his body tarnished and pained. Pursuit takes its toll.
11/22/2005
Some's for torture..
My Sherpa - Derpa One Two, tolds myself to drink the fudge up big baby-doll caterer. Put your fishnets up and wield your breast-harness skizzie-high. Break Yo-Self fool, and put the smack on your inner-thigh.
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