……It’s something about that Black Barry pie; had brothas falling out the sky, even Stymie said blimey can I have a slice of pie, didn’t even care if it stained his Karl Kani, because it belonged to Miss Sunshine, his favorite kind of weather, but if it’s too hot he’ll call Heather, her recipes are sweet and clever, and she never ever says never, a peach served with cleavage, and a alcoholic beverage, not force fed but we’ll be having white cake tonight, without a dress I mean dressing, can’t forget Miss Lee’s traditional Chinese meet pies, it goes right to her thighs, but she’s dedicated to weight loss that’s why she moves those hips when she switch, making pies is her niche, I suggest whip cream and popsicle sticks.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 12th, 2024 00:06
- Category: Unclassified
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