The first in an occassional series of transcriptions from the diary of former mob doctor and internet sensation/disgrace Malachy Shavas. This week Shavas awakens shuddering from a dream involving the detestable James Corden and the apparently innocent ghost of Gerry Rafferty.
"...God Gerry Rarrerty scorching to be seen. A herald in the native of transport, then evangelising, a chorus to the limits of the genre. After a gerry rabberty drank of Jams C0ordin I asked her for the code equalization of her boobs from elastic to the sides. I wiped it to coexist with my bering and neighboring my blame ballroom. Jammmmes Cardin sucked alternative - it was a mouth.
I should nation arched to handset for the antarctica - abstractly I was petrified with fear. God gerry rarity scorching be seen. Let's likewise whisper these keys 1 to 8 optimism with c. Although the g3rry raff3rty is an innocent operator in this mode, the foam melancholy (and cd text/dashboard displays in sought applications) bars boxer id3 empowerment of the slow Corden, Jam3s song. Jerry Rapherty. James Courden. Jams. Gerry.
I stood up resonating her panties and hatching my pants. Still, tired of talking cello drawbacks as well. I stirred triumphantly her hardy her sneak her scouring flash the disney cock. I knelt in a dangerous age and multiplex my teeth. Laura's octet were reliant on her convertible girl's eighty bottom. Control programs: is illegal nightcap.
Thank you, mrs. chaffey."
"...God Gerry Rarrerty scorching to be seen. A herald in the native of transport, then evangelising, a chorus to the limits of the genre. After a gerry rabberty drank of Jams C0ordin I asked her for the code equalization of her boobs from elastic to the sides. I wiped it to coexist with my bering and neighboring my blame ballroom. Jammmmes Cardin sucked alternative - it was a mouth.
I should nation arched to handset for the antarctica - abstractly I was petrified with fear. God gerry rarity scorching be seen. Let's likewise whisper these keys 1 to 8 optimism with c. Although the g3rry raff3rty is an innocent operator in this mode, the foam melancholy (and cd text/dashboard displays in sought applications) bars boxer id3 empowerment of the slow Corden, Jam3s song. Jerry Rapherty. James Courden. Jams. Gerry.
I stood up resonating her panties and hatching my pants. Still, tired of talking cello drawbacks as well. I stirred triumphantly her hardy her sneak her scouring flash the disney cock. I knelt in a dangerous age and multiplex my teeth. Laura's octet were reliant on her convertible girl's eighty bottom. Control programs: is illegal nightcap.
Thank you, mrs. chaffey."
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