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One night, over at Hernando's komrade realized he was not alone...
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| Uhhh.... Dima, why are you surfing my beanbag? | |
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| I was drawn to it's cheddar and polypropylene scent, as you are drawn to me. I see how you look at me, komrade. You want me to be one of your conquests on the beanbag | |
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As he looked at Dima's repugnant deliciousness, Komrade felt his neck hairs stand on end as hell began slowly freezing over at that moment
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| Conquest? I won a beanbag farting CONTEST. Though she does look luscious on that mound of steaming, slippery plastic. But I gotta be good...I gotta be good.... | |
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| Oh Kommie, Your hot, rippled body is like a coiled spring, ready to unwind all over me.... I spy a pulsating python, a pachyderm's probosciousof lu-hu-huuuve... | |
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| where the heck is Ken when you need him? gotta buy time.. mustn't look at the hirsute deliciousness of her supple hind quarters.... | |
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| You know Kommie, the chuck wagon waits for no man...Scratch my belly and watch my leg shake why dontcha?. | |
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