Report, if you have a problem with this page“ We worshipped a great white body that was an avalanche of good news, and we slit it open in every part. “That can’t go through the mail,” the postman gasped, “because that is a super-stabbed body!” The super-stabbed body rose up, with many butterknives sticking out of it, and said, “I AM the mail.” It had so many lovers. ”
Patricia Lockwood
From : Motherland Fatherland Homelandsexuals
