i'm relieved as i inspect my bag of millet flour...
...and slightly confused as i check into my hotel
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4 comments:
Mr. Body Massage man . . . hmm . . . GO!
Who wants a body massage????
Sexy Rick does, tall and lean.
Dude, I impregnated my wife yet again. Ranauro Semen is POTENT!!!!
Johnson seed is so fertile.
I think you should hone your fine art drawing and draw the kids on their bikes with the big black guy hovering over them, lightly touching each of their shoulders. They're smiling... not because they're happy but because it's all they know. The chucking of the live wire routine has been going on for quite awhile and they've come to accept what "he" has made them. You will call it... "Stockholm Syndrome Age 10 and 8".
Oh, and draw it on the fucking sign. And post it on the web. You'll be famous.
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