Shit. Fuck deep is however deep you want it to be. Ain’t no way of knowing. But all you need to know is that the last thing you’ll hear is the soft squeaking of their bulbous butts. You’ll be lulled into a false sense of security. Then bam, smuppets up to the eyeballs. Or just rubbing up against your lips. Slowly. Caressing the life out of you.
What a way to go.
if i have to die again and i get to pick i'm all over that start a huge fucking scene end up on one of those shitty documentaries about people with strange fetishes or weirdest crime stories turn on spike tv and suddenly smuppets smuppets everywhere the csi guys will have to extract the puppet dong from my throat and wonder how in the hell i could even take it down that deep











