One day Kratos sexually assaulted Pandora with his mighty Meat Hammer of WIN. Pandora liked the bad touch from her Father, Hephaestus, ugliest god besides Herpes of War from Ares. French blows Dutch on a daily basis to appease God Mode God. But then Lord Mak sucked Ghost. French was jeolous. Franchise just laughed. Everbody walked the hell away from the dancing dinosaurs then got on the floor and danced like a dinosaur. Suddenly spooks invaded my town - burning crosses everywhere - decapitating poor negros, until findlestick skipped town on tyrhhjy for that Snake. Shin was incredibly mad about poop. Satvara did not give a glitch about niche interests. Gabriel Belmon killed himself while crying over spilled Milk. His mom got so upset and said you're moving to Tokyo with child, so DEAL WITH IT.
On the dirty scag, along with the sixty foot tall phallus, Kratos laciviously licked up and mounted with unrivaled passion that Aphrodite did not consent to. This was incredibly arousing for the gamefaqs mods who told GS. They split up the ugly highlights and applied toner directly to the page. Paste became Death, Destroyer of fun for kids. But then my third rotating testicle began to spark purple pink and lavender crybaby tears, greatly pleasing Jews and their jew-y lack of foreskins. Speaking of curlfro, Kratos' favourite toy, 'kratos' and he frollicked gaily, daily, hand in hand and ass to the London Olympics. Bad teeth everywhere, the young Asian felt at home.
"WE MARS NOW", a confusing anecdote rustled many jimmies, whilst big Dave embraced Joch whie fapping furiously, eventually succumbing to AIDs. Many good men give as good as they get SPACE SLAM JAMMED by Micheal. This midlife crisis menstruates dropping congealed clots of gushing granny juice. Pandora was not spared the incessant waffling and her Soul faltered. Continually bleating about casual tripe and Franchise leraned Photoshop. Woops were shooped, herps were derped, lolz were had and not a single casual cried. Todd Papy wept then entered autorage like all casuals, classy vets wait for the right opportune moment. Inferno aside.
King Obongo ordered death by surprise drone strike, computerised targetting eliminates various dog races. Sand people raid the kebab stand adding chilli sauce riddled with pork to confound Jews. The mud slimes insidiously, permeating purposefully the 'chimp out' so beloved of Barack Hussein Obama and all the wide-nose having, puddle drinking, employment not-having, poor ass, water melon eating, fried chicken regurgitating, batcrap crazy, grape drank drinking, bike stealing, porch sitting, welfare abusing, branch managing, nignorant, Air Jordan stealing, blacks.
There, I said it. You happy now, cracker? "Very much so." "Meesa tell massa." Beef curtains came flapping into view from beyond the event horizon. Powerful jew magic caused massive noses and not a single penny was spent. Then it happened. Over and over run coverage was neglected deal with da Obongo phones. Free health care enslaved weak minds, poultry cooked in a s***ty prequel satiated their appetites. Papy hid from criticism by blocking the Chechnen menace. Marathon bombing sessions make ricin taste nicer. Ten years in purgatory for two dollars a suckle. Believe it.
Alucard gently stroked Inferno's gaping, puckered, pistachio smelling sphincter. Casuals and scrubs jacked it, fervently rubbing red, raw, roid-ravaged rectums getting me real pissed at the kvetching degenerate Khazarians.
The ravine contains mindbroken Gokek. He
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