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Army Dock (Bangcock in July) (Free Curse) by Rug (Other) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
I can still feel queer in Lake Michigan's soft and stoid, ball breaker pubs, "it's" broken wind by the queerly garden pureed so well with your smilfy cackle. And it blew your new expensive plugs gainst my cheeks, like baby carrots as I drank the rest of your warm piss I stared at the stain of your bedrugged evacuation, almost concerned that spunk and shit could make such splendor in your asswagon's blender. (What does this have to do with the Army and Asians!!! Absolutely fucking nothing!!! Yay, lets get OBESE!)

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