Mr.ParcelForce, with my faux Tom Ford Sunglasses in transit. It’s now lunchtime and I’ve still not walked the dogs. You insufferable cunt of a man, I hope you careen over the corpse of a badger and end up with your face wrapped around the steering wheel.
oh gaylights
that oonts oonts oonts beat
those gaylights
men in boxer briefs
and muscles
oh but now the gaylights have faded
those daylights are messing me up again
and I don’t feel gay anymore
I’m going to have to tell mom
that those beefcake porno mags she found
belong to my secret girlfriend
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