Monstrus Kinetardatoin to hate white for

and please don't notice the ziotards whispering sweet noting of profit margins in his unethicated ears, intent on hitting him strait in the primary reflexes to bypass any sort of thought process ... a juggle of coils, fuses and resistlets that make him lose what little cool he has on hand for ladies with vacancies, unwilling or unaided to get their heads a fill first [which is dumb cause it' a great big calorie accoster, .. kinda like a micro 'jewwill' one takes a shine to easily once the arduous installment syncin is done