I boiled the body of a Lance I coldly slayed in the, and his, mid-80s. A foul brew. I had miniscule fragments of his heel skin in the roof of my mouth for a couple of days at least.
Had this obscenity growing as a spare nose in my teens, so I took a needle to it. After shedding about a pint of what can best be described as curdled tapioca with raspberry jam all over the bathroom mirror, the pain I experienced convinced me the next time I won't be sober
I boiled the body of a Lance I coldly slayed in the, and his, mid-80s. A foul brew. I had miniscule fragments of his heel skin in the roof of my mouth for a couple of days at least.