Lobe. And that was all he could muster. Beach grime was next to start the process. 15 bloody minutes! Wrecked the lobe jester. Anyway, whilst I was away on a trip I beckoned upon a lobicant, he walked over and ate her shoes. I aint one to ponder such extrapolations, but it was somewhat odd.

Well, after all that I just had to leave. Any guesses to where I went? No? Damn! I didnt think it was that obvious. So you caught me out. I think I will leave it there then.

Have a good weekend. Lobe went numb...

Rattle rattle, quahed bucket grime!

An ear fetish bar?