Saturday, July 17, 2010



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Sans Pantaloons said...

Jensen, the King of comb-over, communicates his carnal craving
with tossed tongue and squeezed eye tease, taunting his quarry
to secumb for a leer in his lorry.

There will be much sorrow, tomorrow.

August 21, 2010

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