Mock the Visually Impaired
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Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
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Finally! Lavinia was so pleased that her days as a pre-op gender reassignment case were fnally over. No longer would she have to bear the degrading sniggers and derisive laughter of the unenlightened....Now she could get on with her life as a free woman.
He's the prettiest man i've ever seen!
I guess that's why you're called 'boingy'...
Yes let them laugh. But in a few seconds the sun's rays will be at just the right angle to trigger the hidden power of the ancient inca relic on the wall...
...and then it'd be ass woopin time.
That's it, bitches, laugh up the fact that I went on an exchange trip to the Orient, but with what I learned from my host ninjas, I can sight you perfectly in this mirror, and when I reach for the hair pins...
Ha! it worked again. The old superglue in the styling gel trick.
Nigel knew the girls would laugh. He'd faced much crueler mockery many times during the past year's odyssey of forged school admission forms, androgyny and self-discovery. But he also knew that, come lights-out, every one of them would be on her knees, pleading desperately for forgiveness from Nigel and his massive, vengeful cock.
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