That is just fucking disgusting^
Quite what is erotic in the least about some woman having her cunt shit in, etc. I do not know. Its waste, a foully indolic-stinking mass of exhausted food slobbering about in a gigantic bacterial culture. Not something I want to find up some woman's muff if I was going to fuck her. A stinking pile of fast food slime-residues and disease. More like Theresa May than a sex sodding toy.
(now if ever there were two things that never, ever, EVER ought to be read in sequential order, its 'faeces' 'theresa m-aynus' and 'sex toy')
I'll leave the rest of you my phone number, because I'm just starting up a new line from the lab. Human brain bleach. First order comes with a sandblasting kit and bag of brick dust for the LC Labs customer in dire need of scouring their prefrontal cortex right down to the ankle-bones and shoe heels. Because they just read about theresa may being fucked using one of her own stinking turds for a dildo. And want the image of Theresa May-nus's shit-filled pudenda OUT of their head, and their head reinvented in milkshake-style liquid form.
Brain bleach, and with first purchase of LC Labs' new product line, receive a complimentary sand blasting kit. Use for a month and if you are dissatisfied enough to send a complaint email, your money back. ?50 a gallon bottle.
Caution, not suitable for those under the age of ten years of age, and not to be left where household animals have access. In case of accidental ingestion, hit yourself in the face repeatedly because you are an idiot who just drunk brain bleach. And in case of actual personal exposure to May-grade faecal matter, open mouth, insert the zip gun included with every purchase of the Deluxe range expanded kit, after loading the included 12-ga shells and pull the trigger.
Because you will never be mentally whole again for the rest of your days and are better off removing yourself from the world to alleviate the psychological trauma of exposure to Theresa May's festering chocolate starfish, teaming and heaving with fat, bloated Ascaris lumbricoides roundworms, twitching and writhing in an attempt for even their inability to tolerate such abhorrent, stygian, pestilence-festooned conditions.
