Phallic Gallic Fella

phallic hellic gallic fella, slipped and fell into the cellar, gargled with a vat of wine, stayed for a longish time, when he found one Isabella, she was dark as one othello, hot and steamy primed to go, seconds later there she blows, yes you bloody so n so said the Isobella... words could not dispella. i do rattle on , Its her fault........Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. Don As you see below Linda-Marie, your words were ferterlized by me, so i put it in a poem, chinese phallus buzzing home.. Yes trials is what its all about, come here to suffer learn about, tangled pig trough for the snout, this methinks without a doubt... :)