Guest BudFoxx Posted January 8, 2013 Share 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
