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PHOENIX WRIGHT 3 EUROPEAN RELEASE AT THE END OF MAY Godot
Sunday morning was an odd one indeed.

You see, my old, clap-ridden maid ( Jean was her name, but i called her Atkinson) had gone off to tend to my rose garden, and forgotten to lay out my tweed grousing trousers.
....Vaginal dryness--a symptom of Menopause.
So i wore my young daughter's small, white bloomers instead. Jean was her name but i called her Atkinson.
Fine young stock.
They fitted well, but were a tad tight across my well-fellated nether-regions.
The underneath of the bedsheet twitched, as i espied my perky-breasted, coffee-nippled lover awaken. Jean was her name, but i called her Atkinson.
Downy hole well lubricated.
....jean........why.....jeaaan....
I felt a ping on my bloomer elastic and a wet tongue upon my anus-rectum orifice.
...jean?..are you awake...?
I snapped sharply at Atkinson, But not after she had reached around and frigged my peg.
...jean....jeaaaaan.....whyyyy...??
White jizzum was rapidly building up in my pecker, but Atkinson was around the rear, so i could not ejaculate into her wiry brown hair.
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
Uhm, what?

When in doubt, sage.
>> Jentaro
Best copypasta ever.
>> Anonymous
>Phoenix Wright 3 European release at the end of May.
Where is your proof before you raise my poor bruised hopes?
>> Anonymous
>>848718
Why the hell didn't you buy an American version? DS is region free.
>> Anonymous
>>848779
Where from?
I've never imported games before, and I'd assumed that since four was out on the 9th of May that 3 would be out first.
>> Anonymous
>>848793
Of course I assumed wrong
>> Anonymous
I lol'd.
>> Anonymous
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>> Yep Phoenix Wright T&T out in Europe this month Godot
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Godot here. I am sorry for the unrelated outburst. Y'see i had a very screwed-up childhood: My mother used to rifle through my selection of broken biscuits and take out the chocolate ones. After licking off all the smooth, dark chocolate, she would glue circular pieces of brown paper to fool me. The saggy-labiaed old horse.
My father, a schizophrenic whelk-merchant, was abusive as well. Every night, before Eastenders, and after Emmerdale, he would make me move my Thomas the Tank Engine bag from the front hall, then would rape it in front of my eyes.

This, and a particularily odd crop of verrucas, made me blind, twisted and prone to biscuit-wank.
>> Anonymous
>>849034
Roleplaying is not funny.
>> Anonymous
>>849034
I....I'm so sorry, Godot... I never knew!