this guy sold me fentanyl outside zen cafe

The seemingly never-ending streams of gentleman's relish emanating from his bald-headed yogurt slinger soon had me coated like a plasterer's radio. There was love mayonnaise oozing from his batter blaster and I was wetter than a well diggers arse. We were ready for more. The unrelenting orgasms from his washington monument slamming my chlamydia canal made me come so hard, I began sweating like a midget nun at a penguin shoot.

- Rep. Told me he would pick me up from the station but left me out in the pouring rain all night. Would not trust... like ever

Oi why you impersonating me?!

Always lobbied with cheaters,

dork