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It doesn’t get any better than here…

And the chit’lins are gettin’ low, too…

Those weren’t bamboo… we just ate a grove of mushrooms

You don’t imflowing?

When he’s done hemming skirts, he chases them

The weeds keep hitting the snooze alarm

And wipe that smile off your face…

A recent girl has chlamydia…