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"Your shrimp cocktail", wide ass.
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The poor waitor's stare. Making love to my shell fish. Moist crotchless napkin. Butter & Lemons. The squirt of hot cocktail sauce. A wafer thin mint.
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8-Apr-03/1:49 PM
she wanted soft shells
for him, oreganato--
a fingerbowl, please!!
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