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07-11-2006, 01:14 AM | #1 (permalink) |
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I'm George Zimmer - Founder And Ceo Of The Men's Wearhouse. My Yodeling Manseed-sprayer Can Kill A Yak At Thirty Paces With One Swing. It'll Be A Cold Day In Hell When Anyone On Can Complain About The Power Contained In My Fortune 500 Fetus Facialist. I'll Track You Down, Withdraw My Mischievous Maiden Mangler From My Unconscionably Sexy Suit And Watch In Silence As You Beg To Suckle At My Terrifyingly Tantalizing Testicles. You Won't Be Able To Resist Me As I Satiate My Randy Rape Rod Using Your Quivering Flesh. I'll Leave Your Corpse For Passersby To Find It, Naked And Dripping With Several Helpings Of My Extraordinarily Effervescent Essence Outside The Local Elementary School. Then I'll Move On To Your Mother. I Guarantee It.
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07-11-2006, 01:16 AM | #3 (permalink) | |
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07-11-2006, 01:19 AM | #5 (permalink) | |
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07-11-2006, 01:50 AM | #8 (permalink) | |
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