He was drunk and his vision was blurry…
“I can’t find your cunt!” he said, slurry…
And she was drunk too,
But still up for a screw…
“It’s the front hole,” she said. It’s, like, furry!”
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He was drunk and his vision was blurry…
“I can’t find your cunt!” he said, slurry…
And she was drunk too,
But still up for a screw…
“It’s the front hole,” she said. It’s, like, furry!”