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In his mouth it tasted just like buttermilk...
Mar 10, 2007 10:31
Yesterday I ran into a complication in the world of dating that I had previously not encountered.
"Oh damn, I can't go out tonight sorry. I can't get a babysitter. How about next Friday?"
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