Bout to buy some furry critters to massage my prostate.
I find that sheep hot, hope it hits my deep spot,
moves through my duodenum.
Quadrupeds with my rod in 'em.
If it's hairy, OK. I sing kareoke.
Animal dong in my guts playing hoke pok
ear necklaces, shrunken heads, and bubbling suet rimhigh in a black skillet, basically all ectopic chicaneries involving hacked off parts; work boots bloodied up trampling the weak; richard petty the goddamn king; whiskeybent hate rants rational and not, profaning nonbelievers and fuel injection; marvelous marvin hagler; arson; accordions; taking up serpents and laying of hands on the sick; cotton-picking, mill-working, bible-busting, coal-mining, iron-wroughting alabama the beautiful.
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