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Embalmer and Reb are up to their usual antics.
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| Reb, your mom was sooo loose last night, I had to give her a Donkey Punch to clinch up. | |
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| Like hell, your mom was suckin on my wang like a Hoover on a pickle. | |
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Confederates capture all points.
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| What happened Emb? You too busy taking out your buttplug and got distracted. | |
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