Shit - part 2
There is that happy tiger in the shit with Guy Sebastian.
There are fifty mars bars in the mud.
There is good head for the tiger in the mud. Kylie spins and flips in the shit along the slippery path, while those mars bars leak their shit like sweaty plumbers.
There is that rusty trombone of shit between Tyra and the herpes-stained lips of sweaty plumbers.
Warm whirling male models cause schoolboys and accountants to dance about warm mounds of body, rippling like perfect dunes on the chests of the male models, getting Big Brother to sneak to the toilet as Australian Idol takes a break.
The Undertaker's concentration is absorbed by the staple in the middle of his shot of Tyra.
The Undertaker's concentration is a fine mess; as flecks on his pants arrange into a developing map of colonial exploration, becoming a jumble of apologies from a hippo.
There are fifty mars bars in the mud.
There is good head for the tiger in the mud. Kylie spins and flips in the shit along the slippery path, while those mars bars leak their shit like sweaty plumbers.
There is that rusty trombone of shit between Tyra and the herpes-stained lips of sweaty plumbers.
Warm whirling male models cause schoolboys and accountants to dance about warm mounds of body, rippling like perfect dunes on the chests of the male models, getting Big Brother to sneak to the toilet as Australian Idol takes a break.
The Undertaker's concentration is absorbed by the staple in the middle of his shot of Tyra.
The Undertaker's concentration is a fine mess; as flecks on his pants arrange into a developing map of colonial exploration, becoming a jumble of apologies from a hippo.
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