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I STILL go weak in the knees for thick girls in short skirts and fishnet stockings.
So very weak. But only in the knees. I will lick, suck, fuck and tease that hot thick pussy all night long. |
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Everyone is so hungry for meaning, for substance. It breaks my heart. |
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Break it way down and we're all just hoping that there's more to life than getting through it, and more to us than just this life. |
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Damn it feels good to be a gangster. |
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Ladies, please, think. I don't read minds. No one does. You are surrounded every day by decent, intelligent men (whether you know it or not) who can learn to push your love buttons ONLY through trial and error. And there will be less error if you learn to communicate clearly what you want, what you need, and what you enjoy. If you meet a guy who doesn't need to get to know you to push those buttons, run. He's not a god, and he's sureshit not your soulmate (because that is a myth), he's a player, and he's been playing longer than you have. Take it from a dude. |
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I go weak in the knees for thick girls in short skirts and fishnet stockings. |
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Ladies, if you "love" ass play, please at least "tolerate" enemas. Seriously now. |
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I love a job well done, making art, antique office furniture (I'm looking at you, Globe-Wernicke), penultimate commas in serial lists, and wanton whores. The order in which I love them depends on the time of day. |
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This is an interesting place full of interesting, occasionally off-puting people. |
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