If Troma was a woman, I would heave myself atop her haggard, corpulent form and spread my line by spraying the inner lining of her cavernous vagina with my vicious seed. I don't care how ugly, ill tempered and unmannered, I would make to her the sweetest love known to man followed by an equitable open sore puke fest. And I would pull it all off with a smile on my face.
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