and the hairy arm pitted .
wo men.
with a beard.
tash
tattoos.
bad breath.
vomiting.
bile.
whilst.
carrots.
grew.
on her tash.
GOT A POUND.
NEED A BLOODY BEER.
well excuse me you sick fuck.
no i have no pound.
not for you any way.
she stretches.
arm pits in the air.
as the hair wavers .
in the midnight air.
just like a tree in a breeze.
then the stench.
as i yawn.
catches.
and i taste the renches.
stench.
i growl.
at this foal smell.
as i swallow.
the pen and ink.
projectile vomit.
rushes.#
through the stomach.
sprays up my throught.
and like venom.
splashes the minging women.
WHY ME. (the women asks).
why you what.
why knock me down.
with your sickness.
i have no sickness.
you sick fuck.
you hairy lipped .
work of god knows what.
you see the plot.
is.
the hairy women.
lets me know she loves me.
I'm shocked.
and as p.doherty says.
think that you know me .
your pissing me off.
yea you say that you .
love me.
why don't you fuck off..
work of god knows what.
you see the plot.
is.
the hairy women.
lets me know she loves me.
I'm shocked.
and as p.doherty says.
think that you know me .
your pissing me off.
yea you say that you .
love me.
why don't you fuck off..
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