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I've never seem a milf have such a great space orgasm before
A+++++
BRO I EAT CRAYONS EVERY DAY AND THIS WAS AN INSULT TO MY DIET
I WALKED INTO THIS RESTAURANT READY TO FEAST ON SOME HIGH-QUALITY WAX STICKS. I’M TALKIN’ CRAYOLA GOURMET. INSTEAD THEY SERVED ME ROSE ART.
BRO I’VE BEEN EATING CRAYONS SINCE KINDERGARTEN. I KNOW WHAT A GOOD PURPLE TASTES LIKE.
THE “PEACH” WAS A PASTEL. THE “RED” TASTED LIKE CANDLE WAX AND REGRET. THE BLUE WAS JUST SAD.
I LICKED THE MENU AND GOT DEPRESSED.
I LEFT A YELP REVIEW CARVED INTO THE WALL WITH A HALF-CHEWED GREEN. NEVER COMING BACK. MY STOMACH HURTS AND I’M MAD.