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The bugs and maggots ate the greasy Vaseline that coated michael mcJackson’s damaged asshole. A dolly head peeps out, full of rectum blood. His rotating skull is currently being rocked furiously, his wide clown mouth dribbling the devil’s warm spunk-a-rama. Like a candle burning, the stink of his charred scalp waters those popping llama eyes.
Pepsi cola is forced down his screaming throat.
The single most greatest video of michael mcJackson: the infamous Pepsi commercial. Sparks flew as the clown danced in the flames. His greasy pubic skull caught fire and his head became a blow torch. Millions around the world laughed. The stink was certainly captured on candid camera. From then on, michael was forced to live bald. Boys would mock him as they pulled off his women’s wigs. They saw the scars. The dancer cried as boys called him baldy and egg head. Later, he used glue to keep his Salvation Army hair pieces from falling off like his tiny plastic nose.
Did Michael still drink Pepsi after that incident, or did he keep thinking Pepsi burn my hair?
He did use Vaseline on his butt.
Hannibal Has his Michael soundtrack been played to death, and meanwhile he is kidnapping boys in his white van? And giving them all lemonade with sleeping pills in it, just like his idol Michael did.
He could still borrow Vaseline from his nursing home neighbor.
michael’s greasy finger tips in the brown Vaseline. The clown’s hair went up in flames like a blow torch, captured on candid camera. The stink of burnt sausage, the lust of ivory flesh.
Beste film ooit , geweldig !
Best movie ever , greatest.
Uninvited guest, the porky priest. When gut wrenching sobs continue to piece the echoes.
The stink of fatso, the skin of porky flesh. Chunky toes spread on the slippery tile.
Hannibal and Cliff Richard They absolutely love that smell and grease.
Fat boys sweat during whoopee action.
The killer of Jimmy Ellis has been sentenced to death. He should have been sentenced much earlier. But the Orion fans can celebrate!!!!
The needle went into the disgusting body of Jeffery Lee in sweet home Alabama.
They should have thrown him to the lions. But yeah, the lions would get so sick from that contaminated blood of Jeffrey Lee.
“The celebration of the inhuman butcher shop”
Several hefty bodies strung above their heads as sweat dribbled to the slippery floors. Porky Hans was also circling round and round, nude. The ear piercing screams bounced off the walls of the underground bunker, the misery, the humiliation, the dehumanization, the disrespect, the stink of oncoming fear of the secret beyond. Laughter rang through the halls of enormous pain and shame. Various men, from all walks of life and culture stepped into the rancid meat lockers to select the hanging beef, some still rotating from the ceilings as skeletons. The boys that were still alive, begged with pounding hearts to be cut down, their crown jewels sniffed with frenzied relish. Steam rose in the boiling shower rooms as men stood toe to toe with satisfaction. Older priests barked viciously in the echoes as the pack got prepared for some more randy action. Hefty legs were expertly spread on the cradles of love, passed over from man to man. With smiles of pure evil, kitty’s knees continued to buckle from his gyrating, sore hips. Plump bodies were pumped and left like decorations on a tree. After weeks of torment, slow death meant those male tots were eventually buried in unmarked graves or left out to the elements to rot.
When Hannibal just hears those barking priests, he reaches his boiling point in that filthy hot shower. Hannibal slips hard on all that shit Vaseline on the floor of those showers.
And they stink there, yuck!
As he slipped, Hannibal slammed his skull hard against the ground.
Gosh, the things Vaseline is good for hahaha.
A slap on the head and Hannibal is awake again after his boyfriend was taken from below. Well, you guessed it, Hannibal bit too hard on his boyfriend’s dong again.
And The Vaseline was gone again.
A slap to the back of the head meant the skull was forced fed the stalks of the rotating groin. When rolling eyes look up to the belly button, vomit dribbles from the tot’s smooth chins. Arms were tied as the bodies were stacked to be greased with plump fingers. Pounded hard, pounded long, pride and ego soon won.
Dogs are so loyal to good owners. I want Killer to have a companion to help him watch my massive property. I would feel sorry for any man or woman who would dare to break into my home and attack me. Kabar is actually around the same age as Killer. I am currently waiting to see if I am allowed to adopt the second shepherd. Yes, it is always in my best interest to stay alert at all times. Floons that believe that they can harm me with extreme violence will be sadly mistaken. I know that Hannibal has threatened you, Meatloaf. You definitely have every right to protect yourself and lovely wife. I for one, are not taking any chances. Sometimes, floons want to copy their dead idols. If you have young ones in your family, it is our sole duty to protect!
Back in the early sixties, boys were often taken for rides in terror vans to secluded mountains, far away from civilization. They could never truly escape because if they did, they were soon hunted down like deer. Priests and bishops often printed their handiwork in x rated boy magazines, published for the black market. Before their early brutalizing torture, boys were photographed , serving these unknown men to countless orgasms. Tears were definitely shown in their sore little eyes as they were forced to take the extremely violent violations. They could actually scream all they wanted because in the deep forests, no one was going to save them from impending death. Today, we can study the fear in their faces, black and white photos that document the horror of a special time in boy loving folklore. Various men lick their chops dry as they thumb through the pages of several decades gone by. In 2026, some want to expertly track down the burial grounds. Does the aging kitty remember how many boys met their fates?
As emboldened men walk the cobbled streets in cities across the international divide, young boys perform in vacant store window sills. Their bodies rotate, their hips gyrating behind the bullet proof glass. As paying customers gather around the store fronts, requests for meetings are put in with payment plans discussed in strict detail. Boys want cash for their sellable skeletons or massive hefty bodies. Men can choose the type and race of any boy, willing to give themselves for lust and randy action. Of course, the carnival include several choice packages. As one of the most famous British men in the country, kitty has the power to decide which lucky tot will be the one to service him. Asian males wait in windowless rooms to count the skin tags on select priestly bodies of incredible lust. Into the silent forest of unspeakable acts, tents are put up for more privacy from unknown eyes and camera lens.
Several hefty nude male tots huddled in the steam as the chilling echoes of pain and shame overcome them. Porky priests circled around the pack of white flesh. Barks, grunts and moans were common in kitty’s twisted domain. Those systematically abused boys were lined up to service these hungry men with trembling relish. Hannibal Stanley, fresh from his recent abuse to his elderly mama, viciously bold for rough male to male whoopee sessions. He forced crying really young fat boys to take countless dongs down their screaming throats. Gobbling sounds pierced the halls of impending death. Some boys cried and begged for their lives to be spared, but a few were more than willing to give various men what they wanted. michael would have been proud as a peacock to witness the latest violations.
My sweet shepherd is indeed fearless. He waits for my command. Floons often make deadly threats against me, so I require twenty four hour protection. Violence in America has reached a boiling point these days. I must always be aware of strangers in a crowd. Just the other night, I spotted a suspicious van parked outside my complex. Killer growled at the door, giving me a warning of incoming trouble ahead. However, I will not be defeated with fear. My dog is trained to attack on immediate command. You can count on him to do his job. I am glad to read that you and I are on the same page regarding service animals. I am thinking about purchasing yet another shepherd named Kabar. In fact, the current owner says the dog actually worked as a police department K9 and had stopped an intruder from a home invasion.
That is nice and fun for Killer to have a buddy! And indeed, always stay alert. Isn’t a defensive sport something for you?
Tiny michael mcJackson maimed and abused animals, which included caged dogs on his soiled property. My dog Killer is trained to bite any fairy dancers and toads like the wicked boy loving apologist Hannibal Stanley. If he tries violence or makes any threats, he will be definitely cut down. Nude boys were often passed out on rotating beds as the dirty predator shared his kinks with several other men. Bodies were rocked by Vaseline coated meat sticks. Porky priests stripped as they crawled into the comforts of pounded mattresses. In community showers afterwards, boys cried in the steamy echoes. Pounded hearts, broken by enormous shame. Of course, with his old mama in the hospital again, Hannibal has run to the terribly aging kitty.
Kitty Cimarron and Hans Stanley
“The echoes of his ear piercing screams”
Brutalizing ghoul
Echoes in the white sea
Brown nosing cripple
He sold his soul
Place to crawl
Secret forest mountain
Curling his fungus toes
Squeeze mah bare dong
The lonely padre
Slapping frenzy, O mouth
Clap back, heart attack
When the sun goes down
Turn out the lights
Hospital violation
Cold finger of the doc
Busted nuts, pile driver
Ear piercing screams
He knows how to boogie
Hold it tight in your little hand
Rocking his body on x rated video
Kitty Cimarron: “Screaming ghoul”
Shadows of fear
Push it in raw
The cream machine
Sign the death warrant
Other boys say YES
Balls deep whoopee
Chinese peckers
100 dolla boyfriend
Weekend warriors
Rock his body nude
Screaming ghoul
Birdie fell from its nest
Tight squeeze
Heart attacks for heroes
His crying little eyes, my heartless chest
His head spins round and round