I Fear You May Become A Lonely

Devil's Food?" You Can Only Eat So Much White Cake, My Friend.

Nothing Evokes The Prurient Like Puritanism.

She Pulled Down The Blanket And Aimed Baby Sophie's Bottom At Him Like She Might Unleash A Fusillade Of Weapons-grade Poopage Such As The Guileless Beta Male Had Never Seen.

Compliment But Do Not Covet.

The Medium Obscured The Message.