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| I'm looking for my P'Zone, Mr. Butch. You hear anything on the street? | |
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| Is that what you call it? A P'Zone? I call mine a baby's arm. | |
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| Mr. Butch, no, please. A P'Zone is like a pizza, but folded over. | |
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| Or I call it my hangdown. Sometimes my bitch's pacifier. For obvious reasons. Do you call it a P'Zone because your mommy told you to call it that? Like "Hey, stranger! Stay away from my P'Zone!" | |
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| You are an invaluable resource, Mr. Butch. | |
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| Does the "P" stand from penis or private? | |
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