A son is a poor substitute for a lover. ohh, I refuse to speak of disgusting things, because they disgust me! You understand, boy? Go on, go tell her she'll not be appeasing her ugly appetite with MY food... or my son! Or do I have tell her because you don't have the guts! Huh, boy? You have the guts, boy?
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Its funny how quickly Blogspot SNAPS to attention when served with a subpoena!
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