JJ

14/05/2006 5:13 AM

Cum-Stains on shorts from getting Butt-Fucked, every proud open envelope cleans pens towards Vance's bitter ache, Greasy Pothead.

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It's very new today, I'll look weekly or Jay will attack the units.
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