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| There! We're done. Underpants are firmly in place, held by their tight grasp around the cellulite-pocked and veiny expanse of your pale belly! | |
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| Oh God! I think she had me do that for kicks! | |
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| What the hell is that on the horizon? A flying pimp? | |
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| I must go home to weep under my bed!!! | |
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