A Story...
One day, there was a little girl named Ren who had lots of fun with a telephone named Bonnie and a slut named Aylee. Too much fun though, because her weak immune system could not take it. She got sick and stayed in bed all day. She read Splendor in the Grass in one hour and attempted calling Bonnie during school, only to get her horrendous message machine (which she needs to change NOW). After much isolation, and a very depressing lonely day in which she listenend to a lot of Procol Harum and Haujobb she stumbled across a picture of the telephone that made her laugh very hard, despite her unimaginably painful sore throat. It looked like this
All of a sudden from too much happiness which had overcome her in the midst of her insanity and laughing, Ren choked and died.
Hey telephone, ring me up...and where are we going this weekend? Do you want to go to the grove or shoot some horse in my backyard?
MY HEART YEARNS FOR BONNIE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE BITCHAKI......I MEAN BITCHAKE
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All of a sudden from too much happiness which had overcome her in the midst of her insanity and laughing, Ren choked and died.
Hey telephone, ring me up...and where are we going this weekend? Do you want to go to the grove or shoot some horse in my backyard?
MY HEART YEARNS FOR BONNIE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE BITCHAKI......I MEAN BITCHAKE
vagina sausage clit suck
this entry brought to you by renegade incorporated.