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Looks at the State of Liberty, Its an ELVIS face 🗽
With rotten heart, and dark soul, michael mcJackson wanted boys to go balls deep into his severely damaged poo canal.
Several boys cried and said NO!
So instead, michael decided to rock their little bodies, bone raw.
With white finger and crazy gravy, the swirly woodpecker ran out of the Vaseline.
When on his back, staring at the ceiling, michael mcJackson’s legs tightened, his toes spread wide during intense whoopee sessions. With brain exploding O mouth, the dancer’s rotten heart skipped, his orgasms became quite painful. Dr Conrad Murray laughed as the clown stopped breathing, then died completely nude.
That was really happened and filmed on tv . MJ with short hair dances with two dark guys and the other danced better than Michael . And Michael knock on the danser knee and Michael look at the balls of the danser and Michael was launched on the ground and smile to the swinging dong of that dancer !
Joseph exploded from the kinky games he witnessed Bobby abusing his dancing son michael. Daddy Joseph became quite irate, becoming physically violent. He praised Bobby for causing the screaming woodpecker to bleed. The producer is on candid camera claiming he used to sssssleeeP with michael mcJackson.
Hannibal and his MJ floons will be able to see that footage imidely!!!
With a hefty punch and a kick to the head, beating michael raw, turned Joseph on. The leather strap snapped across the dancer’s chocolate flesh.
michael was brutally forced to pleasure Motown producer, Bobby Taylor. Fat mama kathrine did nothing to stop the practice.
Father Joseph knew where the problem lay, and it lay with Michael alone, not with his other children, except Taylor. And the word is simple: Joseph knew that Michael was gay, that is why he wanted to get it out.Rough with his leather straps. Poor Michael.
Katherine wist het eerder zelfs dat Michael homo was , ze dacht mooi een centje eraan te verdienen via Bobby Taylor.
Katherine thought she could make a lot of money off Bobby Taylor. She already knew that MJ is gay, of course.
That whole mess stinks on all sides.
Kitty Cimarron: “Pounding flesh, white finger”
He popped the old man’s pimple
Service him with sweet semen
Bad law enforcement
Stinky young mist or spray
Attacked soldier boogie
Just making you squirt
Things I’ve wished, things I’ve done
Mama saw the boy vomit afterwards
Sickness of rectum breeding
Pounding flesh, white finger
Which page has the nude boy pics?
Tears of humiliation and emotional pain
Anyway you desire the boy’s fire
Mysteries of the choking chicken
The torture never stops [ screaming cop ]
When nice boys crawl to the nude priest
Kitty Cimarron and Hans Stanley
“Their strongest orgasms and hits”
Right before his tiny toes curled
Bleeding brain
Wanted dead or alive
Hunted by daddy bear
Train station whoopee
Boys scream within the shadows
Spinning round Helen
Toe spreading orgasms
Stroking the randy priest
Faced down on the massage table
In the white room
Inside the cubby hole
With his sore throat open
Uncle Charlie has his pride
Tattooed blue balled ballerina
All dongs, swinging wet
To enter, all boys must remove their clothes
Kitty Cimarron: “Horny puppeteer”
Bedded the piano man
Horny puppeteer
Protected souls
Just between the edge
He got down on his knees
Sadness [ the boy left me stranded ]
Skipping around the fungus
Firestorm palsies [ light the flames ]
Running nude, running free
Hopeless surrender
You shall pay a boy sex tax
The price can never be completely right
Out with his stupid little eyes
When we meet again [ the boy will be gone ]
Kitty Cimarron: “Unholy ghoul”
Crawling sloth
Unholy ghoul
Common traits
Wings and bones
First grade prize
Open casket
Showering priest
Wobbly in the bony knees
Hiding toad
Stop snoring in your sleep
Service department
It’s okay to lie about boy pain
Crossing the bridge
Got to get cha down
Slipping fungus toes
Poisonous water
Sick to mah stomach
Rotten flesh and pimpled skin
He cried as the evil priest took his breath away
“The sound of swishy Vaseline, deep inside the pumping rose bud of tender Asian flesh”
The rancid stink indeed becomes quite overpowering. Hannibal craves the blood, sweat and tears of several boys that have been suspiciously silenced by death. Investigators know kitty must be involved, but cannot find the evidence of the disposed bodies, all across Europe. Sure, some boys are put on the saving list, but they eventually become enslaved to keep serving men of all sizes, shapes and nationalities. The aging kitty still has quite an ego. He is relieved he is still FREE.
“Popping those bloody rose buds”
The gayest parade celebrates kitty and Hannibal’s lifestyle of attracting as many nude boys to the coven as possible. Kitty is old, but has the coin to entice the lads to enter the tents. Once inside, that is when the real action begins. Frightened boys are often given a pill to relax, then the clothes come off. With wild eyes of brutal lust, Hannibal makes sure the snapping teeth does not break the pink flesh. Hannibal loves the violence, the pleas of helpless boys that suddenly realize that they are bound to die afterwards. The physical and emotional pain is more to bear.
The shame of humiliation, the agony of defeat.
Yeah, boyfriends often come and go, but some will simply be disposed of in shallow unmarked, forest graves. The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out.
Yeah, as always you’re right, even a pigsty would smell much better than that filthy, disgusting gay shit in those tents. 🤢
With the white sand beaches of Portugal and Spain, kitty retreats to the gay nude ocean front, featuring a select array of bodies. Boys walk freely as old men smile. The rainbow flag flies higher than all the birdies in the skies, underneath the blazing sun. Street boys beg as fat bishops and priests circle the prey like vultures. When blankets are spread on the golden grit, men happily lay with randy boys that definitely seek action. Tents are set up to ensure privacy of rancid love and violent, screaming whoopee sessions. Chunky fingers dip into the Vaseline for intense lubrication.
Yes Red Lady,It seems like there are more and more gay men showing up every season. Hannibal is having a great time looking for a boyfriend. But yeah, who wants him???
It would do a good service to put on Vaseline labels with a rainbow image on them; that’s earning very well right now for that gay parade in Amsterdam. I bet for sure Hannibal is there too with his Michael t shirt on .
Hannibal hopes i am there but im not there i am a woman lover !!!!!
michael often posed with bare chested boys that gladly gave them their shattered little hearts, bodies and souls. When shirts go up over the neck, pants slide down past snapping knees. The scrawny dancer hated women, and often told them to put their breasts back. He did not want to see anything on a woman. He wanted dongs.
michael loved to put gobs of Vaseline inside the canals for easy entries. He loved the smell and look of fear in their tiny eyes.
Yes, even MJ’s employees and gardeners saw jars full of Vaseline in every corner of the garden, right into his living room.
Kitty Unarmed Hannibal in his tent to examine Hannibal’s ass to see if he hasn’t had a dong inside him! With Michael in the background, Cliff sings “You’re my boy.”
Hannibal Is on the run from Vaseline in the hit. Michael is also there full on the music at those gay tents.
The rancid stink of boy and man doo doo. The tents hold odor.
“Running scared from the law, into the weak arms of kitty”
With swirling hips pumping back and forth, Hannibal slid his wet noodle into the Vaseline coated poo canals. Screams radiate through the dungeons, and the tunnels of randy boy love. With his old mama’s eyes burning from shame, the palsy spits, his screaming head red with angry violent outbursts. The woman fell to her knees as tears dropped out of her sore and tired peepers. With sharp nail clippers, Hannibal snapped off his mama’s eyelids, blood drizzling down her flushed pink face. There is no way he is going against his hero michael mcJackson or his aging gay kitty. He is addicted to the stale beats and the mouth popping nonsense of dated kiddie music and dances. His mama’s hips were jacked up as he heard her vomit in the dark echoes. He laughed as he kicked her in the head with his steel spiked boots. Police were called to his family bungalow, and his poor mama was taken to the hospital. Benjamin Boris is on the run.
Great to say that Red Lady , we keep The truth always wins !!!!!!
Is Hannibal hiding at kitty’s Spanish boy banging retreat?
The stink.
Beat it at the gay parade is the hit that stands for take your dong in your friend’s coming. Vaseline is sold out already!
The most terrible music for normal people is Michael. Only gays can enjoy it, like Hannibal Stanley! Don’t forget Beat It in your bare ass, man on that boat?!
Little stevie wonder sang about fingertips. michael exploded his own dong within intense sexual desire. Bobby Taylor made sure michael’s body was ravished and torn from the brutalizing pain.