Monday, March 16, 2020

THE GLADIATOR

I own the fucking bike trails!

And he does, at least as far as Equitem Tenuem's duel with the winds is concerned, vengeful like Spartacus and as horny as Gannicus can be, driven by a hatred of the sugar and cholesterol thickening his ageing blood, inspired by 200 Vitality points that will pay for his son's monthly phone bill.   



Then legions of venomous substance descended in between apologies and gratitudes, the ludus shaking in Crixus' orgy with Doctore's unforgotten love, breasts of all sizes intercoursing with an assortment of uncircumsized tails, wine consumed from mid-day to dusk to ward off the pestilence.

He, The Gladiator, must survive to ride, drink and fuck another day...     

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