[dio]

[winewomenand]

[ voice post ]

I should like to clear something up before any of you rabble go to see A Midsummer Night's Dream. I don't do housework, so don't get any funny ideas

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[passionforshoes]

And suddenly the City explodes in a fit of herpes, crabs, the clap and unwanted crumbsnatchers.

[winewomenand]

I'm clean, you frigid bitch.

Well, at least, anything that I may have is reasonably dormant. I'm not growing any moss at the moment at least.

[passionforshoes]

No, the frigid bitch would be Lumi. She's down two blocks and around the corner. See her when you need to freeze the warts on your dick.

[winewomenand]

I don't get warts. And even if I did, all of the friction would rub them down to nothingness to begin with.

[passionforshoes]

Sadly, the friction is what causes those unwanted crumbsnatchers.

[winewomenand]

Well, what's life without a little bit of mud along the road to make things interesting.

[passionforshoes]

Oh yes, seeing you in child support court multiple times would be very interesting.

[winewomenand]

Luckily for me, I don't reproduce that way. Nature at work.

[passionforshoes]

Thank God. Last thing we need is you breeding.

[winewomenand]

I didn't say I couldn't do that.

[passionforshoes]

That's okay. Somebody will end all your demon spawn sooner or later.

[winewomenand]

Without a doubt. But any Robins would be survivors.