The Toy
The TOY
The TOY
The demon strator had a midget he was 43 years old and smoked cigars he
handled the entire TOY. The thing was glowing and even smoking some like a
twisted cigarette brought forth from a plastic pouch of hidden recess brought
forth like some prized gold nugget locked away and kept until just now to be
suddenly offered up as some holy substance instead of dung. He twisted the
TOY. He lunged at the TOY. He looked smugly at the demonstrator finally
satisfied. This TOY is radioactive but it will not hurt the CHILD. The Demon strator
added his aside the entire house is what we are rally after the child is just the
reason for the TOY. CHACHING. $8.95.
The TOY
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