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SHIRLEY/S ADDAMMING IT FOR EVES!!!!
I take It You ALL R No Virgins
If I comment it here,
You will say
I am a damned
Scientologist
Don’t worry
I shan’t comment now
Its time to sleep some how
Adam and Eve It!
We!!!!
I shall continue as a message
Will ye accept it?
SHIRLEY/S ADDAMMING IT FOR EVES
If only you see the male penis
It behaves like a serpent
Coiled ready for attack
Then soiled
Cooled
Howz that?
Then you see the apple
Hanging
Slice it and you will see
Two half moons
Like urs
And
Two seeds like boys’
And
When the serpent attacks
And seeds conjoin
No, you cans't, not say
What forbidden fruits
You’ve enjoined
You have enjoyed
The forbidden fruit
To grow more
You shall have to seed
And labour
By now hopefully
You do know it too
What say you now?
Ask Darwin
If you are still in doubt!
Comments
loved
Thu, 2010-12-16 15:56
PERMANENT SALUTE
FROM THE LOVEDLY CIRCUSS
MAIN jJOKER
HUMAN POKER!!!
HAHAHAHAAHAHA
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Eduardo Cruz
Thu, 2010-12-16 14:09
loved
you have to stop tossing the fruits around, they'll get damaged, shirley is right you can be very funny.but this is not funny Haha, it's funny in an under the belt hit on man.
Always Eddie
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE
loved
Thu, 2010-12-16 15:54
U Nearly gave me a heart attack
till i read the whole comment
wait till my breath returns
till then please do read this
I thank you sir
For your elation,
A pop
Great one that you are,
I have only a small desire,
One to become a star
Of a song of music
Composed by you
Do you think?
This dream of mine
Can ever come true
Yes I was waiting
For some one
Very near,
But i did not fear,
Twas that the one
Would come
As the one did
Oh yes my dear.
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Victorclaude
Thu, 2010-12-16 15:59
Brava~!
Brava~!
"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."
Unknown (at least to me)
loved
Thu, 2010-12-16 16:16
thanks to you here's another one
You are music to my ears
I was always a bathroom singer,
A good one at that,
Till one day i sang,
A bit louder
My bathroom door opened
And my spouse did slap
Don’t holler
The dogs asleep
You’ll wake the poor guy
Then you will weep,
As you will have to go out
In the snow
I can’t walk
That you know.
Thence i abandoned singing
But once in a way,
When my spouse is away
When the door bell does ring
I d try to sing
Again
Out of sheer thrill
Not pain,
To my dear spouses
Disdain
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