The Hold
The Hold. My shipped mate — the swarthy book an’ ear, Nine tails whip from slide to schlong, Cat’s tongue-tied, …
The Hold. My shipped mate — the swarthy book an’ ear, Nine tails whip from slide to schlong, Cat’s tongue-tied, …
Must have been a Thursday then.
He said . . . I will make you my Helen of Troy, dearest one, Disguise the crow’s …
Word Up It’s packed in here. I can’t actually see Packed because, true to his name, he’s in the …