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| I'm sure you are wondering why I brought you to this isolated cave, Ethan... | |
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| Actually, I'm not, Mrs. Brookens... | |
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| Don't be coy with me, boy... I've seen you checking out my big breasts when I'm lying out by the pool, wear-ing my yellow see-through bikini, which reveals my dollar-sized nipples. | |
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...but this was a true childhood fantasy of mine.
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| With a capital T, that rhymes with P, which stands for pussy. My pussy. Get it? | |
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| I thought P stood for peeing. Or penis. Or Pepperidge Farm® Chocolate Chunk cookies. Mmmmm! | |
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