Saturday, May 20, 2017

Don’t leave the Studio, Zamudio!


Don’t leave the Studio, Zamudio!

Sitting on it engendered deep 
Twas though for a moment I was fast asleep
Thawd winced I Whacked and Waxed
Philosophical and pondered, what purpend my sak?
The riddle of the sphincter and all that implies
The sarcophagus Stinker my sphincter did try
Apply it I did in a leather embrace
And pondered any remnant of Aleister trace
Sitting on it engendered deep 
How many butt cheeks have here fallen asleep?

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