- Reaction score
- 510
- Location
- meltdown
Lord Martini is actually a secret agent for Flea. He's made multiple threads about her and her sites that could really use curious on-lookers. How much more transparent could my guy be?
I mean, we've all seen him say he brings in the crowds, which he is trying to do for Flea -- the frumpy old beaner who is actually trying to tame our beloved scene.
Impressive, I'll say that much for the two. A bit like the story someone told me about his exciting trip to Mexico -- BOYS TOOOOOOWN!
Kicked-door on all the whore houses there, obviously. But this guy told me that alleys were between the brothels, and he was drunk enough to stagger down one and see a dim light eeking through the bottom of an ill-fitting door.
He crashes through it to see a little girl with silver front teeth sitting on the mat, staring aimlessly on the filthy floor, who then lit a cigarette and laid it on the table before my buddy condomlessly rammed her so hard she turned her head sideways as to not look at him while a tear rolled down her cheek.
I guess Mexican whores know when to throw the cashed cigarettes at the Johns because fate can be ridiculously costly on the soul, and leave a bad taste in one's mouth:
And there you have it -- Flea's great-great-great-great mother's-side baby cousin earned her stone-cold Blood Straps the easy way. I guess her first period was eventually dealt with by stuffing her mom's used tampon up her new 19th hole, which was covered in blood-soaked twat boogers. A penny saved, a penny earned...
SSS
- Staying here is dangerous, plebes.
I mean, we've all seen him say he brings in the crowds, which he is trying to do for Flea -- the frumpy old beaner who is actually trying to tame our beloved scene.
Impressive, I'll say that much for the two. A bit like the story someone told me about his exciting trip to Mexico -- BOYS TOOOOOOWN!
Kicked-door on all the whore houses there, obviously. But this guy told me that alleys were between the brothels, and he was drunk enough to stagger down one and see a dim light eeking through the bottom of an ill-fitting door.
He crashes through it to see a little girl with silver front teeth sitting on the mat, staring aimlessly on the filthy floor, who then lit a cigarette and laid it on the table before my buddy condomlessly rammed her so hard she turned her head sideways as to not look at him while a tear rolled down her cheek.
I guess Mexican whores know when to throw the cashed cigarettes at the Johns because fate can be ridiculously costly on the soul, and leave a bad taste in one's mouth:
And there you have it -- Flea's great-great-great-great mother's-side baby cousin earned her stone-cold Blood Straps the easy way. I guess her first period was eventually dealt with by stuffing her mom's used tampon up her new 19th hole, which was covered in blood-soaked twat boogers. A penny saved, a penny earned...
SSS
- Staying here is dangerous, plebes.
