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The ONE thing you didn't learn how to deal with in self-denfese class... the wanna-be-trying-too-hard...
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| Hey, sexy. Maybe we could head back to my place and do a little more head than heading if you know what I mean... | |
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We're sure you'll figure it out though...
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| So, what you say, chicky baby? | |
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| Oh! I'm sorry... I just remembered, uhhh.... back at my trailer park... I left Andy, Sara, Michele, Tara, Gabby, Danny, Frank, and little Karla... and they're all naked... | |
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Yes, the author is fully away this isn't in any way funny. Deal w/it.
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| Those 'yo kids, baby? I like kids. They're buddles of fun! | |
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| Ummm... no... they're part of my report on the afteraffects of group sex on the chronic mind. Wanna come? The more... the harder it is... but hey, the better for my paper, right? | |
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