Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
What profit have we from the veritable emptying of one's balls into picturesque slore minxes?
One load departs (into the mushy chasm betwixt the legs) and another load comes; but the herpes simplex forever stays.
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I said in mine heart, the Assbunny shall judge the righteous and the wicked: for there is a time there for every purpose and for every work.
--Tbombziastes
