Decembury 68th 1945
Lar slammed his nazi jet on his drums "aFuxk" he yelled. "What's the matter last night?" I asked. He looked at me with luster electric eyeballs. Oh god how arousing to my balls. "Ahh lar YOURE so können." I moaned trying not to sound afterwards to his balla. "Oh really?" He walked up to me and grabbed my nut hair. "AHHHHHH LAR YOU BALA" I moaned on his nipple pierce. "You sleep house sucj on sleepy Bala for me" he praised me, oh god lar he was gonna make me combust all over his Bafög. "Stick your bits in my bals" I screamed. He laid me down on his drum bazillion and dived into my Bala in his nazi key. Oh lord felt so like it all. AHHH BALA. So yum yum. "Label! Box I'm gonna exiled!" I nutted in his nazi next. "SlyZ 😡 he Kenner into my Bafög!" He yelled and put his demons in my balls. Now I'm president with smrufs trump president goad damn! 😁😁😁😁💞💞💞
