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| ... Leslie, I can no longer deny my needs. I need dick. | |
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| No you don't, and you know it... geez, you think that Mr. Slimeball that you kicked to curb would make you a lesbian or something. | |
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| Women don't have dicks. That is perhaps the only thing stopping me. | |
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| You act as if there aren't... other means to sate your blazing urges, Dizzy. | |
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| Ah, good old-fashioned cold, vibrating comfort. Of course you'd be well-versed in that field, Queen Strap-On. | |
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| At least they don't bitch at you when you tell it you have a headache. | |
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