(PS is it possible that you could switch to scented tampons to help with the stench down there?)
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SuitSnob |
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Better than him having to sire you around town as his fourth-rate Fhag Hag.
(PS is it possible that you could switch to scented tampons to help with the stench down there?) |
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Miss Alley Shack |
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The word you are looking for is "squire", I believe. "Sire" does mean what I think you thought it means.
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SuitSnob |
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No...I meant squire...you know what a squire does...gets the knight's sword ready when he goes jousting. I believe in modern usage it is called "fluffing" |
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Miss Alley Shack |
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So, you're now saying that I'm Derek's fluffer? Oh please, who does he think he is? Julian Vincenzo? Derek
Atreta can't afford me... besides, having him as a client will give all those fatties out there the wrong idea about me.
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SuitSnob |
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Derek is now slim and trim...judging him by his former appearance would be like saying you still had a penis and Adam's apple.
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Miss Alley Shack |
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He may be, for now, but fat people will always bloat back to their old size easily. Just you wait. Once he had a job again and the paycheck starts coming,
he'll hit the buffets in no time.
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SuitSnob |
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Or he'll just pay you two bucks to suck it all out of him with a straw...god knows you can suck like a Hoover.
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Miss Alley Shack |
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Slandering my incomparable beauty won't make Derek a better person. Nor will it get your spotted old man dick any closer to his asshole. Even he has better
taste than that.
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SuitSnob |
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Looks like he hasn't checked back. You suppose they are working him to death at his new job at at El Pollo Loco?
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Miss Alley Shack |
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Unlike your desperate self, I don't refresh this thread every 10 seconds to see whether he has replied.
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SuitSnob |
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How could you possibly with one hand holding the whip and a pulsating dick in the other?
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Miss Alley Shack |
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I bet it kills you that it isn't your dick in my hand.
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SuitSnob |
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Wonder why Derek hasn't checked back. You suppose he is now homeless due to unemployment and has to line up for Internet use at the library?
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Miss Alley Shack |
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Unlike you, I don't care.
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SuitSnob |
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Yes...I understand that late stage Syphillus can really attack the brain and cause one to lose track of what really is important. You poor thing.
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Miss Alley Shack |
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Oh please. Everyone (but you, obviously) knows that Derek is right now busy biting into the crumpled wad of Carey's pink bikini bottom as he takes all
fifteen inches of Carey's hot pee-pee up his shithole. You're the only one wondering why he hasn't bothered to call.
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SuitSnob |
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Oh spare me...that tutti-frutti bathing suit on Carey was so tight it couldn't have covered 15 inches of ANYTHING.
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Miss Alley Shack |
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Duh, he's a grower, not a shower.
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SuitSnob |
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No...he's just faggy with his tiny pee-pee in a hot pink baggie.
So Derek...tell uss...did you and Cary have a bit of Jungle Love in one of the tents? You know how Black Boys love Bears... |
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Miss Alley Shack |
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Yes, Derek, throw poor SuitSnob a line and reassure the darling that you still love him and his halitosis still gives you goosebumps along the shaft of your
stumpy three-inch erection.
He won't stop until you do something. |
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