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Once again squirrel attempted to chat up Gavin, but as ever he refused to recognise his feelings....
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| There is a stoat in my bunghole | |
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As the day progressed, it seemed the only way they'd get together would be the direct approach...
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| Come on, you like my bottom too don't you? | |
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| Spunk on my tits you whore | |
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But still, their shyness stopped them from taking things further...
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| fuck you then, your beard smells of choad anyway | |
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| God that squirrel gives me a stalk-on | |
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