Guest BudFoxx Posted January 8, 2013 Posted January 8, 2013 Twas the night after Hooville and oh what a fright; The City was angry cause of what was not right.Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse, except for those calling those others a louse.The slurs were hung by the chimney with care; In hopes that Lucky Nicholas soon would be there.The disheveled were untidy and tousled in bed; while visions of wheelchairs danced in their head.And then occurred the twinkling sound of Ralph Woods at my door, the very reason why I don't even care.He was dressed all in skin, from his head to his cock, unlike my anger for an older and miserable opposite type Smuck Quote
