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| I'm a boulevard bull out lookin' for a midnight treat! Lo and behold I see six of 'em hangin' there, all nice and neat. What say you I suck 'em, and make my night complete? | |
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| They're teats, not treats! Though with milk they are replete. Offer the proper price, and you can suck 'em until your night's complete. | |
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| *suck... suck...* Oh mama, I've sucked many a fine teat, but with yours, no other udder could compete! Your sweet condensed milk is indeed a treat, and I will suck them long and hard... | |
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| ...until the sugary flesh of your dangling meat treat teat is all mushy... like lard. | |
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| Oooeeee! It sets my teats a leaking when you talk to me hard, you good for nothing, sweet talking bovine, boulevard bard. | |
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