Recollection of Woo Pitched Past

I looked into her moistened peepers and said...I said...Honey Baby, your scent reminds me of an unsolicited grapplin' with a Pin Monkey ('round 75) at Dean's Bowl-n-Ale-y; a strange odiferous miasma of talcum, sweat soaked through a Just-in-Case Adult Diaper (simmered slowly over the Assback Ambient Heat of said Pin Monkey's Stygian Inverse Mount Etna), and the excess Kinetic Energy generated through two looped out Ne-er-do-Wells blindly wrasslin' with Buttons that would Not Concede the Fight.

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