Trombone Cloth

[satanic goatslayer]

Where is my toolbelt?

I left it in my drawer, next to my headband.

It's gone.

Misplaced.

Stolen.

The search is long, but rewarding.

Next to my socks, I found a saw blade.

Throw it at the dog outside.

Laugh as he bleeds.

Mongrel.

Hazed.

I see a jogger with a fanny pack.

Perhaps she knows.

Nope.

Choked to death with her belt.

Young man with his girlfriend.

Thieves.

Give me my toolbelt.

Don't have it?

Broken rake handle.

Shoved through both of their midsections.

I love rock and roll.

Farmer in his dell.

Where is my belt?

Next to the pig pen?

Scythe to the throat.

Harvest the crops of skin.

Opposite of amused.

Stumble home with bag of hair.

Walk in the door.

Find toolbelt on the ground next to the Borax.

Victorious.

Shine.

Celebration.

 

[DcupSheepNipples]

Fat fucks always play Trombones! But I believe that you find that thrilling with the size of their inards! However with so many GH guts these days, maybe you can move on to Anabolic degutting in the future?

 

[WarriorPL]

Classic.

Dcup, it's spelt innards.

 

[MasterMind]

Wait....I'm confused.....Where was the borax again?

 

[bouncer]

Slayer your a god damn genius, where have you been lately ?. I haven't seen you in the chat room lately, are you afraid of getting too close to 'the great unwashed'.

Bouncer