The say the best way to eat an Oreo is to separate it, dip it in milk and lick the middle
thats childs play fiddleits split and sip the natural cream without dippin in anythingthat is until you have taste tested firstsee thirst is not always cured by a drinkit is sometimes cured by hungerno feeling like feeling the thunder roar of some legs shakeas her thigh bones damn near break ya neckno busta rhymes herebut a lot of nuts are bustbefore the thrust must come the enjoyment of an Oreounwrap the package and dig in unlike the store brand, its only one cookie to savor the flavorbut that one cookies flavor is better than a whole packagedo damage with ya tongue and enjoy the fun of eatin it a thousand waysthe same amount of ways to dieso at least if you succumb to herit will be due to breathlessness caused by the locking of her thighsOreo, Oreo, where art thou that Oreoits right there in the middlewaiting to be licked as if you were a kid again
Artist JoeMac
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2b2b2 says: Awesome....LOL....you nailed it...."Pushing Cookes" no doubt |
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The Immortal Wize says: Damn!! Got Milk |
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royale Jones says: You a fool lol great write Bruh! But what about the twinkies! lol |
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