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Wearing his "player jersey", our man tries to hook himself up with the proverbial poontang.
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| Damn...I wish I could lay my spoiled sausage inside the walls of that skank's pity cave. | |
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| I bet he thinks he didn't say that outloud. | |
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Our man knows what a classy woman wants, even is she doesn't.
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| Man, that bitch's tits are hot. I bet I could rip me a piece of her for a Big Mac and some soggy fries. Hells ya! | |
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| Keep "thinking" slick. Pretty soon the truth will fall out of your filthy mouth. | |
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His condition may never be self recognized, but the odds say he will get child 6 pretty soon in spite of it.
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| Damn...maybe this snatch basket will loan me a few rides on the clam. I have nothing in my pockets but lust and sin. I hate child support, fucking 5 snotrags. | |
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| I bet he's staring at my ass right now. Players get no play from this snatch basket. | |
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