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One day, at stanley semens luvshack
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| Welcome to the Little Boy brown-eye stretchers club! Can I check your speedo at the door, so you can begin penetrating little boys right now? | |
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| Uh.... No. Actually, I'm a federal agent. Can you direct me to the crackhouse down the street? Hey, Wait a minuite! What are you guys doing in here? | |
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| We, Uh, Just make chocolate here! Yes, thats right! | |
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| Oh, Damn! I was hoping this was a molestation party so I could drill me some kidlings! | |
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Remember Kids! Cops are not your friends! They just want to put their dicks in your asshole!
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| Oh boy! I brought enough corks for everyone! | |
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