I relentlessly desire your custard tongue between my eyelids
Have a surrealist compliment.
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I must demand your pleasing chin! How it passes there and back again like a leopard searching for its misplaced frontal lobes.
Posted by Lady K! : | 3:00 PM
That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me in weeks.
Posted by Ian | 3:02 PM
You are as frightful as an engine developed solely for the countenance of sexual inuendo by country music.
Posted by Lady K! : | 4:20 PM