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| Chick at the grocery store was totally checking me out the other day. Caught her staring at my junk. | |
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| But fucking security kicked me out before I could talk her up. Pointed to some sign: "No shirt, no shoes, no service." But it had nothing to do with anything. | |
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| Cuz it don't say shit about pants. | |
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