The oral trainer entered one of many storage rooms for our backstock of yet unsold merchandise. "Hi sweetpea, me again." His sickeningly sweet tone juxtaposed his cruel intentions as he unzipped his pants. "Don't worry, I'll help you serve your purp
Beware of your neighbours. That old guy who let's your parents borrow his lawnmower? He could be the head of an international people smuggling ring. Tina wishes she knew this before she took the lemonade he made for her. (Art and Caption by Thesilkman o
