O comtemplative evening ploppy,
you leave my rectum warm and sloppy,
you would make a healty drink,
except you’re foul, toxic and stink.
toxic stink
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O comtemplative evening ploppy,
you leave my rectum warm and sloppy,
you would make a healty drink,
except you’re foul, toxic and stink.