Sockface is getting lazy sitting on its cute little botty and not actually writing stuff on this, there, here imaginary webspace thing. Well Socky McFaceyface is going to facefuck you with his buttonboard to do that thing now.
Sockface went for a walk one day in December. There were plentiful people strolling down along the tramtracks in Flananabanfanbanangland streetroad park and they tickled each others ears, giggling like a bunch of dyslexic elf children. "I'm scared of penguins" said Sockface to a small pensioner lady, who picked up a spider and ate it. She had a shrivelled up face and sat on a plastic bench with her legs wide open. She said to Sockface "Young man, would you carefully touch my bloody scrape" and lifted up her dress, revealing her dusty vag. "No madame gash, for I am allergic to pubes" Sockface replied, whilst peeling a lime. Sockface swaggered into the fruit shop and picked up a packed punnet of plump pears. "Fiftwelve eleventeen please" the shopkeep announced. "I DON'T LIKE PEARS!" screamed Sockface, throwing the punnet into the face of the down syndrome child who stood beside him. Sockface ran all the way home, sneezed thrice and went to sleep.
Sockface went for a walk one day in December. There were plentiful people strolling down along the tramtracks in Flananabanfanbanangland streetroad park and they tickled each others ears, giggling like a bunch of dyslexic elf children. "I'm scared of penguins" said Sockface to a small pensioner lady, who picked up a spider and ate it. She had a shrivelled up face and sat on a plastic bench with her legs wide open. She said to Sockface "Young man, would you carefully touch my bloody scrape" and lifted up her dress, revealing her dusty vag. "No madame gash, for I am allergic to pubes" Sockface replied, whilst peeling a lime. Sockface swaggered into the fruit shop and picked up a packed punnet of plump pears. "Fiftwelve eleventeen please" the shopkeep announced. "I DON'T LIKE PEARS!" screamed Sockface, throwing the punnet into the face of the down syndrome child who stood beside him. Sockface ran all the way home, sneezed thrice and went to sleep.
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