I am the Thanksgiving Otter.
Greetings yet again, you dry bloody rinds of snatches. I'm back to perform my annual duty for Mediapolis in exchange for Scotch and cigs. Ask me any questions, and let me know your Thanksgiving wishes. Ho ho, hos.
I am the Otter, and they call me insane.
by Anonymous | reply 12 | November 25, 2022 3:58 AM
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Are you this kind of otter? Can I fuck you?
Offsite Linkby Anonymous | reply 1 | November 23, 2022 2:25 AM
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THERE ARE WHORES IN THIS HOUSE! THERE ARE WHORES IN THIS HOUSE!
by Anonymous | reply 2 | November 23, 2022 2:30 AM
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[quote] Are you this kind of otter?
No.
[quote] Can I fuck you?
You may want to, but no. You're pencil dick is too fucking small.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | November 23, 2022 2:43 AM
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[quote] You're
Your. Fucking oh, dearing myself. Blame the Scotch.
by Anonymous | reply 4 | November 23, 2022 2:44 AM
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If someone is leaving used syringes around their automobile, may I put a readily available turd on the intake vent of their windscreen?
by Anonymous | reply 7 | November 25, 2022 2:10 AM
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I am the beautiful white fox who, at the moment , is picking my teeth to dislodge the remnants of the thanksgiving otter.
by Anonymous | reply 8 | November 25, 2022 2:12 AM
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Yo fox at R8, you just bit and swallowed my week-old cum from my rag. That rag ain’t no folded napkin, sugar lips.
by Anonymous | reply 9 | November 25, 2022 3:38 AM
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R7, I’ve got rubber gloves, slightly soiled from, erm, playing with she otters from behind, if you catch my drift which I know you do. Wink wink. I’m here to lend a helping hand, well just the gloves actually. My arm is exhausted.
by Anonymous | reply 10 | November 25, 2022 3:41 AM
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Keep drinking honey. You’ll either start being funny or dead. 🙀
by Anonymous | reply 11 | November 25, 2022 3:51 AM
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R11, I assure you I’ll keep drinking, pus maggot. Oh, and I’ll never be funny and will assuredly die sooner rather than later. Cirrhosis.
by Anonymous | reply 12 | November 25, 2022 3:58 AM
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