Seriously though I want to write awful terrible things about you mothers like how they like to suck my cock and the like. Your body does experience an autonomic response when you hear the names of people that are close to you. Although I might not know your mother I can reach through the screen and grab you if you tell me her real name. It'll be fun. Who's first? You can even do it to me. My mother's real name is: Liz.
Liz has thicker fingers than Nancy.
Liz begged me for it. I slapped her dirty stinking face. She looks just like dice.
I ran.
Not working as well as i hoped. I'm not even slightly miffed but my baseline might be a bit too high for this.
Dice. A good sport.
Liz=not.
My mom's name is Doreen.
Pretend you're in a porn from the 40s and do your dirtiest.
Doreen twisted the scallops through her hair. She was an edge-hanger, she was.
B====>Doreen<====B
Feel anything?
Pity is stupidity minus a few letters.
Everyone calls my mom cookie. I was about 17 before i figured out that wasn't her real name. Her real name is actually rasberry sherbert.
I hear tell cookie likes alittle choclate chip in her.
My mom = Grace.
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