>>55368012When I returned to my nocturnal rest I saw visions, a monochrome streak of hair rhythmically rising and sinking in the darkness. The architecture may have been Victorian in origin. My blood began to boil, Shiori Novella, who has been my wife for an entire fortnite, second in love only to my beloved cat niggerdestroyer, parleying her body to strangers as a decrepit strumpet would during her ten day archiving mission. I cried out from my slumber, and niggerdestroyer understandably sprayed urine into my eyes and scraped along my testicles with his thorny protrusions in shock. Having procured and opened an icthyian feast from the umbral depths for my feline, I sighed in relief that it was merely a figment of my psyche and returned to watching Shiorin circle toxaplasmosis under a microscope while talking about how she wishes to bone Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's creation. She couldn't possibly turn me into a cuckold, despite her feminine beauty she has the mind of a loathesome involuntary celibate type.
