then they breaded and deepfried it.
I asked the division manager why he had led me back to this place, and he
pointed at the steed's rump, the diseased asshole puckering rythmically
with terror, squirting pus with each convulsion. "We're just about to use that
section, would you like a crack at it first?"
I quickly unzipped my pants and wasted no time jamming my erect penis into the
stallion's defenseless asshole. With each thrust, I donkey punched the horse in
the back of the head, making it clench its ass even tighter. I came just as the
horse died. I was delighted. Popeyes definitely went the extra mile to make me
a satisfied customer.
Always nice to hear about excellent customer service, you can make a mean cup of broth from that froth.
