Swenani wrote:tycho wrote:Then I'll go to the mirror and grin at the old geezer.
'That's what I did to your bitch'.
The f***ing loser will definitely grin back.
And that's how I'll smash the mirror with my fists.
'Who's color is the lipstick?'
I don't know! I don't f***ing knoooow!
I gotta find her again.
I gotta find her!
Tycho found her clearing junk from her trunk to the bunk.
His previous performance was flaccid
She was still in a funk from the Tycho's previous smash.
She wanted an elephant trunk from a hunk for a slunk.
Aah! Let the demons fly in, and show their faces...
The only reason for a limp, is that Papa- the f***ing bastard- shoved his rod in meee!
Till I became his sissy, keeping off his whore.
The fancy at the lodge, where history is recapitulated.
Oh! God, how can a crook be straight?
Papa, do you want to shove it again?
And again?
And again?
Is this your f***ing justice? Is it your all?
To keep the whore?