My Dearest Juney

Ms Quimby Ms Quimby you yank my pole so nimbly
You smell of yams and dank perfume
The odor of your mysterious poon
When you lick my crusty peehole
The herpetic scars become bearable
Oh my darling Ms Quimby the dumpster is calling!
 
Oh my darling dumpster slut I long to rim your quivering quim! Meet me in the dumpster at Ivar's and we shall cover ourselves in rotten fish and tartar sauce! I have Buster and Bernita with me still, oh they are my beloved body crabs and they survived they great kerosene flood! Juney used to to say that they nibbled her bean like no other and they are waiting to service your filthy sweaty hatchet gash!

Ahhh...this takes me back to adolescence; reading the Penthouse Forum. :guh:
 
wHAT COUNTRY WERE YOU born in , this is not the case with the australian version = reading the Penthouse Forum