Shambles
Bluelight Crew
I knew the Cap'n back when he was but seaman. Found him kinda prickly back then. But then it takes a special kinda guy to go googoo over seaman on their back.
This guy... this guy though. He was different. Kinda special. I mean we all loved him - that was the way we did it back below decks back then - but special in ways I just hadn't yet realised.
Cos I mean there was this for a start. This guy craved me, my siblings - all of us here - just to pool around his thread. Barely even had to try. Fucker was cool... hot... yet cold. Also widely open to lengthy streams of piss aimed right at his open flaps.
Man we tried though. Me and Rudy that is. Oh, did I not tell you about Rudy yet? Guy's a prick. Forever jostling for attention. Me, I just jostle for the jizz. Idle hands are the devil's work and the devil had his hands on my dick years back.
Sorry. None of y'all are here for that now. I've picked every last elven leaving from the sawdust since the babby was born. Pricks gave up on notes years back and went on the gold standard. We laughed, we cried, then the frogs went gay. Fuck did things go bad then. But then you would know. Wouldn't you? Well wouldn't you?
That aside, carrots are decent this time of year, mince pies as bad as ever, whisky improves year on year.
This guy... this guy though. He was different. Kinda special. I mean we all loved him - that was the way we did it back below decks back then - but special in ways I just hadn't yet realised.
Cos I mean there was this for a start. This guy craved me, my siblings - all of us here - just to pool around his thread. Barely even had to try. Fucker was cool... hot... yet cold. Also widely open to lengthy streams of piss aimed right at his open flaps.
Man we tried though. Me and Rudy that is. Oh, did I not tell you about Rudy yet? Guy's a prick. Forever jostling for attention. Me, I just jostle for the jizz. Idle hands are the devil's work and the devil had his hands on my dick years back.
Sorry. None of y'all are here for that now. I've picked every last elven leaving from the sawdust since the babby was born. Pricks gave up on notes years back and went on the gold standard. We laughed, we cried, then the frogs went gay. Fuck did things go bad then. But then you would know. Wouldn't you? Well wouldn't you?
That aside, carrots are decent this time of year, mince pies as bad as ever, whisky improves year on year.
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