Hello /jp/, Have a poem, It's Burns night, afterall!
Sanae hid gan oot fer a gander roond er shrine.
"oft, sanae" a tree geid a wee whine,
"yer bonny green hair,
yer pits so bare."
what ad gi jus ti see ya in the bare.
her gerd was doon,
his mind was made,
Together they thumped under the shade.
"Aaaaaaaah, Taskete!" shreiked the poor lass.
as I pulled back her breeches and shoved it up her arse!
an oor has past though it cud hae been three,
an a lay Sanae doon, right next to me.
"That was the best shag I've had, But not just my ass!"
So a took her again, an pressed her against the grass!
Then I woke up, my bed sheets were soggy,
So I got up and yawned, then adjusted my froggy.
"well that never happened IRL,
after all, I am a good Girl."
Have a nice haggis, /jp/