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Oh yes indeed,
I think I see.
A glorious beast rolled out for me.
The audience stands,
And passes a ripple,
An explosion of cheers for the multiple nipple.
The sun grows faint,
The moon is gone,
In the deep, dark shadow of her deep, dark thong.
The thrum of the engine,
The whirl of the wheel.
My lady, the Buxom Wenchmobile.
[I][S]fin
I think I see.
A glorious beast rolled out for me.
The audience stands,
And passes a ripple,
An explosion of cheers for the multiple nipple.
The sun grows faint,
The moon is gone,
In the deep, dark shadow of her deep, dark thong.
The thrum of the engine,
The whirl of the wheel.
My lady, the Buxom Wenchmobile.
[I][S]fin
w/e
DUUUUH
The lady weeps.
Weeps, she does - some strange greeny pus from several places.
Weeps, she does - some strange greeny pus from several places.
Memorandum! wrote:
> The thrum of the engine,
> The whirl of the wheel.
> My lady, the Buxom Wenchmobile of Death!
>
>
> so yeah, anyway..
Memo, I once respected you. Then you ABUSED the BWM in such a manner as that... it sickens me, it really does.
Get out. Now.
> The thrum of the engine,
> The whirl of the wheel.
> My lady, the Buxom Wenchmobile of Death!
>
>
> so yeah, anyway..
Memo, I once respected you. Then you ABUSED the BWM in such a manner as that... it sickens me, it really does.
Get out. Now.
The thrum of the engine,
The whirl of the wheel.
My lady, the Buxom Wenchmobile of Death!
so yeah, anyway..
The whirl of the wheel.
My lady, the Buxom Wenchmobile of Death!
so yeah, anyway..
Oh yes indeed,
I think I see.
A glorious beast rolled out for me.
The audience stands,
And passes a ripple,
An explosion of cheers for the multiple nipple.
The sun grows faint,
The moon is gone,
In the deep, dark shadow of her deep, dark thong.
The thrum of the engine,
The whirl of the wheel.
My lady, the Buxom Wenchmobile.
[I][S]fin
I think I see.
A glorious beast rolled out for me.
The audience stands,
And passes a ripple,
An explosion of cheers for the multiple nipple.
The sun grows faint,
The moon is gone,
In the deep, dark shadow of her deep, dark thong.
The thrum of the engine,
The whirl of the wheel.
My lady, the Buxom Wenchmobile.
[I][S]fin