Ted Cruz told us to forget about the beloved children and start moving into his house. We willing did so, and sooner than pineapple pie we were starting Ted's oddly satisfying ritual. We had a three some while rubbing each other with cat fur and vomit. The vomit came from our children who were sickenly disgusted by our action, and Ted Cruz has 11 cats that he shaved in the toilet everyday. Maybe it wasn't what Donnie and I wanted, but it was better that the shit filled bathtub. The neighbors all left for "dinner" too. They most likely left by the sickening noises we were making. It was great.
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FanfictionThis is by the people called rylie and possibly Julia. It is for mature audiences and you need an imagination to read it. BYE.
