My Motel

My weight is still plummeting, I'm happy as hell Wasting away, to my fatness I say farewell But it's the chance I take For goodness sake Young fillies will be bugging me for a night at my motel
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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August 28, 2017 at 8:54 AM
Come up to my room//We'll take a zoom// I'm fit as a fiddle//and I like to diddle//said Jackson, who then went KABOOM! (getting worser! MO COFFEE!) BUG ON JACKSON!!!
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August 28, 2017 at 9:07 AM
Not worser... your lims are a hoot at any time sir!!! GO HAVE MORE COFFEE!!!
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