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I'm having this awful image in my head, and I couldn't get it out even with a crowbar at this moment. So I'll simply share it with whatever poor unfortunates read this.
I'm having sex with the Quaker Oat man. He's on top of me. Oh, his smug smile and his perky, crimson colored cheeks! And two pugs are positioned on either side of me, licking my toes with their miles-long toungues.
Is this is called a Jacksonian dreamy state, or an absence seizure?
Low blood sugar?
Oh, help.
(He's not bad, though.)
I'm having sex with the Quaker Oat man. He's on top of me. Oh, his smug smile and his perky, crimson colored cheeks! And two pugs are positioned on either side of me, licking my toes with their miles-long toungues.
Is this is called a Jacksonian dreamy state, or an absence seizure?
Low blood sugar?
Oh, help.
(He's not bad, though.)