I SPILLED ALL CHOCOLATE ON MY DICK, WHO LIKES CHOCOLATE? NOW YOU HAVE TO LICK IT UP. I WANT MY DICK WELL CLEAN.

Where's Torre, Cace, Gold Ball?

On the beaches of the canter, the front door is José

I want to feel the ********* of the brake

And get in your head, and then take some and end up on your foot.

Joy to each and every one of the city