WHAT IF PINEAPPLE WAS NO PINEAPPLE, BUT(T) A BANANA?!

Hello all of my deer blogreaders.

I have recently discovered the meaning of life, or atleast a little schedule mother fucker. They are all so incredebly nice and gently with the as when it is in pain. And remember; "TREAT OTHERS AS YOU WISH YOU WAS TREATED", he said and started to give everybody in the room a handjob. And I was like "HELLO?!". Biscuits does taste like cocain. WE KNOW. Mr. A. Slicker, a fine young boy in his best years, had putted a fine bowl of apples, OR NO! WAS IT PINEAPPLES!??! OR MAYBE BANANA?!!??! This was a secret I might never find out, but what if I did? SO, SMART and FAB as I am I took a fine and shiny as and wrote my intire schedule of next week on a leave. Leaves. They are very pretty, aren't they? I has a stik. You many stiks in that dammmnn ass? Me gusta fine and shiny asses. The'll always be there for you to fuck. Just like your family. NOT CUZ I FUCK MY OWN FAMILY. Or am I? Whateeevaaah. Luw ya<33 XOXO, Your fine shiny little ass, Fuladuschen Rambajan.