dave is in luck, having found an almost-fetal goat on a stool
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| oh goat, i love you, now bend over | |
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dave starts to get desperate
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| why doesnt the goat love me, my red beacon of love on my head isnt working | |
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after constant urging, and the raping of an almost-fetal goat, dave is a happy, uhhh, rubes
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| that was the best almost-fetal goat sex ive ever had | |
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