Content thief, Caucasian queef.
Cats don’t die, don’t even try.
A festering mass is but an abscess, you ass.
A drainage of puss makes them cooler than us.
You let your enemies take easy while you’re stockpiling feces,
Roll up to your house with a dump-truck.
Release lever on check.
No shortage.
There is no shortage of diarrhea.
I’ve been saving up for you.
Had to go through a couple of busters to get to the boss level.
And here we are.
dawn 