That Flemish massage beast just watered the bunny hole without the proper credentials.
The dwarf that holds a man's lusticle in check.
Listen. Can you hear the manpape weeping in the garden?
The usurped scrotum contents of a man in heat.
The lusticle took over the man's mind as he watched the flapjabber undulate under the influence of a well greased and deeply sincere yodel.