Kit turned his head in exasperation and stared

Kit turned his head in exasperation and stared at his daughter, centering himself. The tattoo on his neck made him seem more pathetic than before. It was one of those ridiculous
barcode neck tattoos- he loved to get it scanned at the supermarket checkout, much to the annoyance of other shoppers, as he had trouble positioning himself on the conveyor belt.
but it was worth it as the supermarket till often read his barcode as 'Baked Beans (400g)' which tended to be on special. He loved that he could get a discount on himself, but
wished his barcode was of a higher class. Anyone can be a baked bean. Why couldn't he have been a rib eye steak or perhaps a great bottle of wine. It never hurts to have high
a tight vagina so if the beans turn into steak it's a sure thing and then there is the wake up sex. mmmm I like it exept for morning gas. It's hard to clench and cum
while getting head from a single malt scotch drinking platapus making love to an irate garden tool with a hangover. Rumor control thinks we need more cupcakes with chunks of
frozen Lysol and cream sauce made from dead
kennedy scalp oils and witch hazel. The odor was intoxicating, they slathered the
spots behind his ears with the concoction, and shoved him into the room of Massachusetts debutantes. The girls were on him like, well like golddiggers on a Kennedy, of course.
Suddenly he was undressed,uncomfortable and undoubtedly horny.Wathever was in that thing they made him drink,was working its charm.

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