I’m just gonna sit this right here for y’all, >deer tongue dildo escapade<, then send y’all on your merry way. Before I go, let’s take this little assessment of this situation between a man and wife:
- His dick is unsatisfying. Why else would a woman fish a dead deer’s tongue out the trash and run with it to the bedroom to “hide”, a glimmer in her eyes?
- He ain’t touched that pussy in an eon of days. How did HE not discover the discarded and forgotten deer flesh lodged in his wife’s pussy?
- This bitch nasty! How could you use the thing, forget it, and then walk around for days and not realize where that smell of triple death was coming from you?
- I quit life! I can’t take your crazies on this planet another day. Au revoir!
- Why couldn’t she just use this? It works for him!
Yea, back to boarding my rocket out of here, I’m gone. I left this behind for you:
Until next week…
