This is my proclamation for defecation: hut, tut! crystals of joy have been found to protrude from pompous ponies puzzled paddles. they are of an illiterate junction. jasper, the chimney sweep has once again taken leroy's coffee table, (which was covered in a string of cheesy entrails.) that man with wispy waves for hair has trucked and fucked for nearly ten succulent decades, feasting on juicy jibblets of pomaded shrimp. i'm tassled and threaded, but still a little slutty. this is my proclamation for defecation.
