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Damn...I thought for a second there that Garrisons Mom
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I got what I wanted out of you, my precious baby boy whipped your asz, while you were drooling over my thong. Kiss kiss. ![]() |
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Poor Doc, he just wants to get fired up with some Hanson and play horses with bar shoes on. I don't see why Linda would hook up with a young stud with bad socks when she could have the good doctor.
Paging Morty, paging Morty, you have a marriage to fix....pronto. Hang on Doc, Morty will fix everything. I promise. |
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Linda-Poo...is there a way................
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BOO! Did I scare ya?!..lol Sorry.. could'nt help myself.. ![]() |
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I just threw up in my mouth...ALOT ![]() |
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Hello my violent little pelvic attack. I am receiving multiple woodies as I speak. Your "BOO!" did frighten me...but not as much as it enlightened me because I imagined the heaving of your fine breasts as you let out the ...BOO. And so.....we must fucl< as soon as humanly possible. !!!!!!! |
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