...Brazil, OK, I know this has nothing to do with the current conversion, but I really want to get back to the part about getting Brazilian triplets in bed with you, I mean, C'mon who doesn't get a little jungle fever now and then, those dark skinned honeys with their ample back sides and huge mouth-watering melons wearing teeny-weeny bikinis, which are in reality are postage stamp sized pieces of cloth strung together with dental floss sized straps, not that I'd really know since I tend to date thin, pale-skinned blondes, you know the type, the girl next door, looking so sweet and innocent, when in reality they are evil conniving bitches looking for a chance to rip your heart out, OH MY GOD, MONICA, WHY, OH WHY, DID YOU LEAVE ME, AND WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE MY...
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