Bill,
I'm sorry I lied, I really don't have a GF, not even a inflatable
sheep, even she ran away. I love your ass, and nobody else's. You are
a total package, the way your crack is coyly hidden by the hairs
you've obviously trimmed and combed, those clingons, and the blood
glistening on your hemmoroids, that wisp of steam rising from a recent
fart. I can almost smell it, and wish I could.
My earlier proposal still stands. leave your wife, kids, grandkids,
pets, nice home, and move into the shelter with me, and we'll wed. I
think we have a future together.
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Alric Knebel
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