HettyTheHarelip
11-11-2025, 04:50 PM
Tate, oozing elan and bon-homie since the departure of the Mother of Lies
and her two leprous imps (Nancy in an eviction outfit that would have secured
her either a prime touting spot in Amsterdam's red light district or a place
right next to the milking machine alongside the other cows with
bared udders waiting to be serviced, and Sam the Sham with a face like a crushed Hillman Avenger and a voice bursting with downmarket affectation and the whining that defines the little skit) has metamorphosed from a silent, grim bible student into a happy, exuberant and even boisterous joie-de-vivre convert, letting it all hang out since the demise of the unholy triumvirate, the
apostles of doom, the soon to be forgotten notes on the foot of BB
obscurity.
and her two leprous imps (Nancy in an eviction outfit that would have secured
her either a prime touting spot in Amsterdam's red light district or a place
right next to the milking machine alongside the other cows with
bared udders waiting to be serviced, and Sam the Sham with a face like a crushed Hillman Avenger and a voice bursting with downmarket affectation and the whining that defines the little skit) has metamorphosed from a silent, grim bible student into a happy, exuberant and even boisterous joie-de-vivre convert, letting it all hang out since the demise of the unholy triumvirate, the
apostles of doom, the soon to be forgotten notes on the foot of BB
obscurity.