Hello, Ms Tatyana!
A tender blutwurst is raining buckets whilst winding for a blow. It needs maximum gratification... I feel like this now, well, all the time, as matterly fact... Cover me with your warm melons and hand me with your tender lips and I will be yours in nectarol perpetuity and eternal gratitude... If you are looking for something hard and enduring, if your Lucy misses something important...
write to me... my bed is lonely... let them meet...
Waiting for your letter/email/phone call/ring on the doorbell
BUFFALO: Whaddya think, dude?
BIRD: Yowzer, yowzer, yowzer!
BUFFALO: Arf, arf!