zanyllama52
@zanyllama52@infosec.pub
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The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
- Comment on my dreams in colour 1 week ago:
This is fairly hot: alien, human, and dinosaur cuckold port. Everything I need.
- Comment on Get good. 5 months ago:
According to Alfred Matthew Yankovic:
_There were seventy three of us living in a cardboard box. All I got for Christmas was a lousy bag of rocks. Every night for dinner, we had a big ol' chunk of dirt. If we were really good, we didn't get dessert._
- Comment on If I lose the spread gun, I start over. 5 months ago:
This is fucking gold lol, nice share. Snow fields, get ready!