The Slippery Bull

After Misery was done being full, her silvery fun freeing goal, so bold became her old flame, sold to her splurged brain, after the shivering lunge into the redeeming cold, was the mean mugged unskipped herd lead so pulled, of The dream club's Slippery Bull, again her hands were bound to be blistering but it was cool

Into and through the night with a certain mode lead her competition simply just was

On win mute with nothing to lose in sight, for the curtains, that trophy (what emerged) was the bon full of strong titian king's lead about to bust, officially on the leader board the top score was in her minting devout trust

And their potassium levels were right

And the mode of the lass having won was in medals and lights

- Avalon Dakota

- 12-29-25

- 8:00am

- The Slippery Bull