Imagine going to the garage to practice with your band mates from your totes hip punk band call 50sog. You wore you're tightest rump huggin' black jeans and lesbian flannel to show off your fake ass tatas. You had to look good for the bands harmonica/banjo player, Ashtool Redwin. It's date night in my land, if ya know what I mean. I ran into the garage and whispered seductively into the microphone, "Wanna go on a date, Ashtool?" He scratches his arse and says something that drops yo drawers right there. "Stfu you piece of lumpwerst. I'll crap on your turtle if you talk to me one more time."
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Imagines ↠Atoolred
RandomYou and I both know that your fantasies can never be quenched; however, these invigorating tales will hopefully help those insatiable desires for all you frickin fricks. May Toolie have mercy on your soul. P.S. All edits are made by me
