Best poster
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- Jaeger
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Re: Best poster
I find this thread to be highly discriminatory. 3927 users on the forum and only three are listed in the poll: two dragons and a drake. What is this, some kind of draconic safe space?
Re: Best poster
Jam wrote:I find this thread to be highly discriminatory. 3927 users on the forum and only three are listed in the poll: two dragons and a drake. What is this, some kind of draconic safe space?
The word you're looking for is 'draconian'.
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- Jaeger
- Posts: 3107
- Joined: May 16, 2015
- ESO: Hyperactive Jam
Re: Best poster
*yourLe Dragon wrote:Jam wrote:I find this thread to be highly discriminatory. 3927 users on the forum and only three are listed in the poll: two dragons and a drake. What is this, some kind of draconic safe space?
The word you're looking for is 'draconian'.
Re: Best poster
Guys pls, there's no need to get aggressive. Deep breaths
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- Ninja
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Re: Best poster
GOspeed is biased, we all know he has a jam fetish.
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- Jaeger
- Posts: 3107
- Joined: May 16, 2015
- ESO: Hyperactive Jam
Re: Best poster
They say it's not natural,
they say it's not right,
this love that sets my taste-buds alight,
to slather affection,
on my massive erection,
summoned in the presence of fruity confection.
I open up the cupboard door,
a jar of jam falls to the floor.
The shattered glass,
the sticky mass,
the burning need that will not pass.
Without a thought or moment's rest,
I spread the jam on my bare chest.
The shards of glass may cut and tear,
but in my heat I cannot care.
It's just another way for jam to be inside me.
It doesn't take long for me to finish, and as I lay there in ecstasy on my kitchen floor covered head to toe in strawberry jam, I imagine myself lying in a field with all of the animals licking the jam off of me, and for a fleeting moment I am delicious, just like jam.
they say it's not right,
this love that sets my taste-buds alight,
to slather affection,
on my massive erection,
summoned in the presence of fruity confection.
I open up the cupboard door,
a jar of jam falls to the floor.
The shattered glass,
the sticky mass,
the burning need that will not pass.
Without a thought or moment's rest,
I spread the jam on my bare chest.
The shards of glass may cut and tear,
but in my heat I cannot care.
It's just another way for jam to be inside me.
It doesn't take long for me to finish, and as I lay there in ecstasy on my kitchen floor covered head to toe in strawberry jam, I imagine myself lying in a field with all of the animals licking the jam off of me, and for a fleeting moment I am delicious, just like jam.
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