I distinctly remember singing "What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect. What-a you t'ink you do? Why you look-a so sad?It's-a not so bad, it's-a nice-a place. Ah, shaddap-a you face!" and being called in from recess to sit on a bench. Thanks a lot, Joe Dolce.
Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. This vajayjay is not a toy.
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September 02, 2010
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