Happy Easter Cunts!

Dear Fata,

Happy Easter!
May your eggs** be covered in silky, dark chocolate.




**cunt
 
Aww.

Happy Easter!

May your cunt be covered in eggs** :heart:


** Indie's beard

I imagine Indie's beard to be a little like "the hand" - a detached body part with a murderous life of its own. Scary, but also a little exciting.
 
I imagine Indie's beard to be a little like "the hand" - a detached body part with a murderous life of its own. Scary, but also a little exciting.

Yes. You can never truly kill it. Even throwing it in the wood chipper won't work. The bastard keeps coming back.
 
Happy Easter, darling. :kiss:

It's a beautiful day here in Sydney. I'm perched in my favourite chair out on the balcony with the paper and a cup of Earl Grey. The sun is shining and the waves are calling my name. "Smiley, come and swim with us" lol.

We're having a family get-together this arvo. Barbeque and beers.

Have a good one sweetheart. :)
 
Yes. You can never truly kill it. Even throwing it in the wood chipper won't work. The bastard keeps coming back.

If you can't kill it, teach it to make coffee. **




**cunnilingus (after all, it IS on my cunt right about now.)
 
Happy Easter, darling. :kiss:

It's a beautiful day here in Sydney. I'm perched in my favourite chair out on the balcony with the paper and a cup of Earl Grey. The sun is shining and the waves are calling my name. "Smiley, come and swim with us" lol.

We're having a family get-together this arvo. Barbeque and beers.

Have a good one sweetheart. :)

Hello you. Have a fabulouso time. :kiss::heart:
 
If you can't kill it, teach it to make coffee. **




**cunnilingus (after all, it IS on my cunt right about now.)

Fire.

Fire kills everything. And it cleanses (said so on Salem's Lot anyway). We'll torch it. **



**not when it's on your cunt, I have nothing against you, you're fab.
 
Easter is just another tactic of the gay agenda.

Sitting around colouring eggs all rainbow colours is about as queer as it gets!
 
Oh yeah.

I forgot to tell you - I found a chick asleep in the toilets up the pub last night. We called in on the way home from dinner for a quick catch up with friends to say hi and Happy Easter and all that.

She was so plastered she could barely speak. Poor thing peed herself and everything. I carried her out of there and the licensee (who's a good mate of mine) called a cab for her. She was so smashed she couldn't even remember where she lived.

*sigh*

I remember those days lol. Don't miss that shit one bit.

I wonder if she got home ok.
 
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