Antidepressants - A Fool Would

A man, endowed with very little put on his fingertip some spittle. Together with her contribution he'd get his rather lillipution and flaccid felon to dive in her pink and ready den of sin. But age and booze, so often found tend both to travel round and round the former tends to keep from swelling small vessels, though there is no telling if those that trap the crimson fluid would with encouragement still do it. As far as booze, it is essential and, in its actions penitential the palate, prone to histrionics from spirits, chocolates and tonics is known to also become smitten with lava flowing from a kitten. So here we have a situation where there is silence at the station red-capped the man who blows the whistle who guides the now approaching missile observes and nods because, indeed the train is now approaching speed. The locomotive, gleaming, huffing and from all corners steaming, puffing, goes in the tunnel without lighting and finds the journey so exciting that it soon pledges repetition without the devil's superstition. You see, my learned friends, depression will jeopardize a lover's session so throw the pills into the bin embrace a life of steamy sin.