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Jenny always hated raves, and now her reasonings are once again reaffirmed with the appearance of Homosapien Pickuplinus!
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| I know you from somewhere, don't I? | |
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| Oh GAWD, not one of those guys. I need a quick escape. | |
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Cornered, Jenny ponders what her next step should be ...
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| Fuck me if I'm wrong, but your name is Suzy, isn't it? | |
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| The words justifiable homicide are receiving a whole new clarity for me. | |
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| Look dipshit, I'm a cult lesbian with the church of Tammy Faye Baker. I am not interested, infested with crabs and have had my genitalia permanently sewn shut. | |
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