Kel's Tight Shirt, Time Travelling, and Shoe on Head

Kel has Bubbaganoosh eating out of her hands to the point the ladies that use to swarm his room like over the hill groupies are not showing up or chatting anymore (remember the same thing happened inside The Computer Store), and numerous guys dreaming of eating out of her twat, including yours truly, however my total love for my dear Annoying Aussie will not diminish my hole poking at thee almost perfect camwhore. 

Imperfection's plague my beloved kangaroo wrestler her choice of online men, blocking me from Facebook, and allowing her skin to dry up as if she spent a vacation in a bloody desert.  

My Pottymouth Princess must explain to me how the hell she was able to squeeze into the under shirt and how in bloody hell, she some how ended up in the Bride of Frankenstein, or did I find her celebrity look a like?

Oh Kel is that how you see me as a monster?

Angela's Moved On

Angela's moved on to greener pastures may her new man keep her inside his heart as I have.

Angela136 was the Lochness Monster and I was her moat,

When she pooped, sea life croaked,

I would forever be that mass of water, her turd could float,
although her feces would be enormous and I would choke,

I still chomp on her nuggets which were the size of an iceberg that could sink a boat,  I would go down on her like the Titanic, till the men were over the boat, soak me baby my hormones hang on a short rope.

 Your ass is calling me baby!