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| Wouldn't you know it? | You went through me like a can of Olean-laced Pringles. | ||||||||||||||||||
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I now have a web page. It contains nothing of note at this point. You can read it, but please remember to wipe the drool from your chin at 20 second intervals. You can leave me e-mail, but it must be interesting. You can come to my house and bang on the door, but I probably won't let you in. You can steal my New Kids on the Block keyring, but you will never break my spirit. |
I saw a newt A snoot Brute, root-a-toot Fruit: Follow suit And fuck my boot (This space for rent.) | ||||||||||||||||||
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please ... I say ... embrace ask to have him lust ... beg ... worship relax ... you moan my love; ... pretty girl I never kiss'd like her that luscious suck ... this sweet beauty full-pounded ... orgasm and whisper over & through I ache for perfect you. Dedicated to Winona, This space also for rent. Click below if you want to dress like me.  |
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