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One day the Lord called Ezrah to a strange place with funny bottles, an old hooker and a strong compulsion to join in...
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| Good evening madam. Have you any scones? | |
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| Nay fine sir, I have only the desire to pinch a loaf of sweet pumpernickel, and hope with much earnestness sic., that it happen on the soon side of things. Amen. | |
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Ezrah thought he had been sent to purchase some scones, and a fine new quilt sprayed with the latest in scotch-guard technology...
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| WTF??? Whither the fuck forth have I ventured and who art thou in front of me that I almost uncontrollably cummed upon and yay, even facially so? Be thou some vision of a virgin tart gone awry? | |
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| Dude! WTF's wrong with you? It's ME! Whip it the fuck out! I have to finish this video by tonight! | |
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...to protect against his mighty, God given, (with just a hint of rust adding a lovely but subtle... fruity note), square shaped load.
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| Amish shitkicker heels don't fail me now! *click click* God forgive me but my butter is churrrned!!! | |
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| *slurp slurp* Oh! Such a fine cut! Be thou some new age carpenter come again? | |
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