I don’t know, how big a fruit pie. What kind of fruit? What temperature was it at when he fucked it? When did I acquire a son? Wait, was this my cat son? BAD CAT! NO FUCKING PIES WITHOUT A PERMIT! YOU GOT TO GET A PERMIT FROM THE PERMIT OFFICE! YOU KNOW BETTER!
Then you explain it to your mother. That pie was supposed to be for eating, not for sating your carnal lust.
If your Puritan morales are getting in the way of eating it, that sounds like something you need to come to terms with.
You think it is morally OK to eat a fruit pie filled with your own son’s semen?
Answer quick, the FBI watch list guy is waiting.
Have I been watching too many episodes of “family pies”?
I don’t know, how big a fruit pie. What kind of fruit? What temperature was it at when he fucked it? When did I acquire a son? Wait, was this my cat son? BAD CAT! NO FUCKING PIES WITHOUT A PERMIT! YOU GOT TO GET A PERMIT FROM THE PERMIT OFFICE! YOU KNOW BETTER!
Now you’re gatekeeping camel lust? We ought to chuck you in the horny hole
Camel Lust?
Must be the eyelashes. I get it.
Bactrian or Dromedary?
Any humpie will do
Do the humptie hump.
brown chicken brown cow