I remember that night, the moment so tender... There she was, in all her splendor... naked, cold, and very slender... She would resist, but eventually surrender... I taught her positions and all sorts of techniques... As tears slowly rolled down her innocent cheeks... She's still in my basement. Been there for weeks... Ready to be worked, and never speaks... The victim of my love.
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VIPPER2007-01-31 2:25
No it isn't
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VIPPER2007-01-31 4:46
It's called a dialect. Like if someone made a drunken southerner dictionary...