“When I was eight, I got a horse for my birthday. XXX “Yes…this is a fine day” Liz Erd thought to herself. I didn’t know what to think when that garlic dove suppository was first recommended to me by a medical professional. The smell must have hit him hard. Then I might try to get the four guys to all squirt their hot loads of protein rich baby batter into my gaping yapper so I could gargle with it before swallowing it down. I found the dead horse and smelled it. When I had the vaginal infection, cunt smelled like that dead horse stuffed with rotten fish and bad limburger. Replied Lemon Jizzwhistle
“Oh I’m going to church first too.” Said Liz Erd. I was lying on my back. “A garlic suppository in the corn hole can prevent this from occurring, so that’s what I did.
