on seat number 52 of flight no.9 of the Islamabad airport, there is a man sitting. Next to the man, there is an air hostess standing. she has a friend whose name is John. John's friend's wife's brother got a new house. there is a house next to his house. outside the window of the kitchen of that house, there is a road. at the end of that road, there is a library. behind that library, there is a car wash. Next to that car wash, there is a road. that road is joined to another road. that road is going over a river. At a U turn, there is a School. On the second floor of the building, there is a room where a class is in session. that is the fourth grade. In that class, there is a girl. next to that girl, there is a boy. the boy has a bag. In that bag, there are twelve books. In his English book, on page twenty five, in the ninth line, it is stated "we should not waste others time!"
I keep Fen's panties in a very special, special, place.
Three guys decide to compete with each other on who's the most disgusting one. "How are we going to do it?" asked one. "Simple, we spit, and see who's spit is the dirtiest one," "Sounds good. I'll go first,"
And he hacked and coughed and wheezed and spat. Out come a huge splat, green, yellow, mucky. "That's pretty disgusting. My turn," And it was the second man's turn. He went through the same motions, only longer, and louder, and when he finally spat, it wasn't green, yellow, or white. It was pure black.
"Jesus fucking christ." "Indeed," "My turn!" said the first, second, and third respectively.
He walks over to where all the spit is, and licks it.
Once upon a time there was a professor named Professor Lipschitz. One of his unruly students asked him, "If you're Lipschitz (if your lip shits), then my ass whistles!"
Knock knock. Who's there? Panties. *axii and fen run up* Did you say panties? Yes. OOOH I love panties. They smell and taste so nice, and do a good job covering your things.
