National Maple Syrup Day (December 17)
Dec 19, 2021 12:09:46 GMT -5
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Post by Azurine Vebbins on Dec 19, 2021 12:09:46 GMT -5
Her Friday recorded promotional material for CruiserHavoc IV commences with "Da Vanilla Vixen" Azurine Vebbins working out a curated compendium of kinks. The future Mrs. Corrie Layton appears giddier than a mistletoe-kissed coed. She finds herself surrounded by an amorous array of engagement presents. Some noticeable novelties include a bottle of Runamok Maple Festivus Infused Syrup, one pristinely-polished fitness pole, and her new powder blue oral obedience aid. A romantic reminder's enscribed on the front: "Layton Lips Make Me Speechless." Then again, while "Da Hardheaded Housewife's" love life was no longer in limbo, professionally she isn't sure where to set the bar. Perhaps that explains why "Da Damsel in Dat Dress" chose a curvaceous costume: her Dream Dance List.
Azurine Vebbins: Bestowal of blushed blessin's from Da Bellagio Casino and Resort, Vegas Strippers! Like I mentioned earlier dis week, apologies for my sudden streak of silence. Notion such a vocal vagary was vexsome vacancy to many and virtual vacation for naughty nitwits. Dat's why I hafta hark and herald 'bout my next professional performance. Commemorative cheese platter as it sounds…all I wanna dream dance for is a new strap on my waist dis year.
B-flat honest, dough, "Da Adorkable Angel's" only obtainin' her waist halo wid a compatible competitor. Hence, I'll be discussin' my list while you check me over more dan twice. Scannin' least at my knees to chest best, here's how I view dose joinin' da CruiserHavoc IV Conga Line.
Rey Riddler, Jugo de Leon, and Papito of Long Winded Oration are dree dudes I'd dump on deyr diatribes first. Based on randomized order of entry, however, someone might beat me to it. Would be quite da compellin' choreography if dey executed a Triple Huevos Noggin-Knocker.
Deyr's also Kitsumi, VOID, recently-repossessed JC Keeton, and Max Daemon in dis brazen ballet rumba. If any of dem told me to "grab a leg," I'd use bode of mine to dropkick each outta preliminary procession. Would utter similar sentiments to Roddy Zalez. Yet him chuggin' caboose indicates we might not synchronize next Wednesday night. He's also dat lump of coal no one wants in deyr stockin's come Christmas.
Plus, one cannot pair well wid prospects who prefer separate packagin'. "Psychonic" Terra Walker, Logan Santa Clause Joker, Magic Maddox, "Blayzer" Lazer Johnson, and Victor Timotei are entrants I can exhaust from my search. Terra's chained in actual solitary, Logan's a lonely lounge lizard, and Lazer might mistake me for his daughter. As for Victor, I gravitate to garlic as a gobble garnish. Personally, I'd put more stake in "Da Copperhead" Salem Croft.
I wish all da blessed to wildcard entries like "Da Black Mamba" Kyrie Kin', Minka Starr, Psycho Vindel, Jane Doe, and especially Vanessa Rivers. She's da closest companion outta dat bunch, but I'd be bananas to not pick a hotter hand.
Karlie calls herself "Da Cougar Hunter," but I'm plenty prepared to paw Krystal Halestorm. Everyone else should steer clear if she attempts to strike my dance floor like a "Six Foot Dunderbolt." Why? Means I must touch down, shush her tush, and toss dat Manchester Magpie over da top rope. As for my mod-der's primary poacher? I believe "Da Premiere Ad-lete" shalt suffer an Old Testament injury comparable wid her surname. She's gonna gnash denticles on deified disappointment.
Dis leaves me wid mystery partners who'd result in odd couplin', Addy A, Two Gents, Heritage, Regan, via a long shot Lissie, and Aphriya. I'm buyin' Teo anoder pair of knee pads to cushion da patented finish he's pushin'. Andre leads Teo in tandem tussles. Heritage are hosers who can take off 'til way after Boxin' Day, eh? I respect Regan, but she's not someone who I'd share upper unmentionable billin'. Addy would be amazin', but I got anoder maiden in mind. Lissie? Only place I posit her pullin' me? Da Velvet Rabbit. Fittin' as I near da tail end of my tango talk. Deyrfore, should I earn one-half of da Action Wrestlin' Cruiserweight Tag-Team Titles, it'd be an "Aphable Azzumption" Aphriya Adler's my ally. "Da Bad Applebottom Gene's" who I'd like to defend wid as we head to Double M, Double X, Double I. Excusez moi. Corrie craves syrup.
Azurine Vebbins: Bestowal of blushed blessin's from Da Bellagio Casino and Resort, Vegas Strippers! Like I mentioned earlier dis week, apologies for my sudden streak of silence. Notion such a vocal vagary was vexsome vacancy to many and virtual vacation for naughty nitwits. Dat's why I hafta hark and herald 'bout my next professional performance. Commemorative cheese platter as it sounds…all I wanna dream dance for is a new strap on my waist dis year.
B-flat honest, dough, "Da Adorkable Angel's" only obtainin' her waist halo wid a compatible competitor. Hence, I'll be discussin' my list while you check me over more dan twice. Scannin' least at my knees to chest best, here's how I view dose joinin' da CruiserHavoc IV Conga Line.
Rey Riddler, Jugo de Leon, and Papito of Long Winded Oration are dree dudes I'd dump on deyr diatribes first. Based on randomized order of entry, however, someone might beat me to it. Would be quite da compellin' choreography if dey executed a Triple Huevos Noggin-Knocker.
Deyr's also Kitsumi, VOID, recently-repossessed JC Keeton, and Max Daemon in dis brazen ballet rumba. If any of dem told me to "grab a leg," I'd use bode of mine to dropkick each outta preliminary procession. Would utter similar sentiments to Roddy Zalez. Yet him chuggin' caboose indicates we might not synchronize next Wednesday night. He's also dat lump of coal no one wants in deyr stockin's come Christmas.
Plus, one cannot pair well wid prospects who prefer separate packagin'. "Psychonic" Terra Walker, Logan Santa Clause Joker, Magic Maddox, "Blayzer" Lazer Johnson, and Victor Timotei are entrants I can exhaust from my search. Terra's chained in actual solitary, Logan's a lonely lounge lizard, and Lazer might mistake me for his daughter. As for Victor, I gravitate to garlic as a gobble garnish. Personally, I'd put more stake in "Da Copperhead" Salem Croft.
I wish all da blessed to wildcard entries like "Da Black Mamba" Kyrie Kin', Minka Starr, Psycho Vindel, Jane Doe, and especially Vanessa Rivers. She's da closest companion outta dat bunch, but I'd be bananas to not pick a hotter hand.
Karlie calls herself "Da Cougar Hunter," but I'm plenty prepared to paw Krystal Halestorm. Everyone else should steer clear if she attempts to strike my dance floor like a "Six Foot Dunderbolt." Why? Means I must touch down, shush her tush, and toss dat Manchester Magpie over da top rope. As for my mod-der's primary poacher? I believe "Da Premiere Ad-lete" shalt suffer an Old Testament injury comparable wid her surname. She's gonna gnash denticles on deified disappointment.
Dis leaves me wid mystery partners who'd result in odd couplin', Addy A, Two Gents, Heritage, Regan, via a long shot Lissie, and Aphriya. I'm buyin' Teo anoder pair of knee pads to cushion da patented finish he's pushin'. Andre leads Teo in tandem tussles. Heritage are hosers who can take off 'til way after Boxin' Day, eh? I respect Regan, but she's not someone who I'd share upper unmentionable billin'. Addy would be amazin', but I got anoder maiden in mind. Lissie? Only place I posit her pullin' me? Da Velvet Rabbit. Fittin' as I near da tail end of my tango talk. Deyrfore, should I earn one-half of da Action Wrestlin' Cruiserweight Tag-Team Titles, it'd be an "Aphable Azzumption" Aphriya Adler's my ally. "Da Bad Applebottom Gene's" who I'd like to defend wid as we head to Double M, Double X, Double I. Excusez moi. Corrie craves syrup.