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Lando ily

5 inch girth or doesn't fiill him up.

8 inches or no fun

This guy likes the pp big and black

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All the meanwhile the big cheese rat was beating the ♥♥♥♥ outta the tunnel sneks. after mr rat shove the body of tunnel snek esq. into his deluxe gucci handbag he promptly fixed the door that he so happened to have demolished on his way in only to kick it down again. before he could go the man (whose name we have established as Tampa, Nieves through some means) turned around and yelled after the rat "wait u havnt told me ur name kind sire". the rat turn around and say 'we"re the rats". tampa shook his head and The Rat used his bicep transponder to transpond or something away to rat land.

It was a quarter 'till ten. He strode into my office with the verocity and gait of a cougar. I had no doubt that a man such as himself meant business. He sat down without offering his name and surveyed the room with his dead eyes until he was satisfied. "Rats" he said without any further explanation to pursue. I nodded. He wanted the big cheese, the cream of the crop. I left the room.

Following this, a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ gi-noooooormous rat busted down the door with his huge, and I mean HUUUUGE throbbing biceps. He kicked down the chair and bestowed on the all-hail mighty king of azeroth his prize for collecting all the box tops: a Alien Backpack Biomech™. The transaction went through but in swung a character from the ceiling. Could it be? Mr. T. Sweltz? "yo wassup dog" was all that he said and disappeared immediately but not before dropping a bag that said "go ♥♥♥♥ urself u ♥♥♥♥" which contained delicious marmalade within.

All the meanwhile the big cheese rat was beating the ♥♥♥♥ outta the tunnel sneks. after mr rat shove the body of tunnel snek esq. into his deluxe gucci handbag he promptly fixed the door that he so happened to have demolished on his way in only to kick it down again. before he could go the man (whose name we have established as Tampa, Nieves through some means) turned around and yelled after the rat "wait u havnt told me ur name kind sire". the rat turn around and say 'we"re the rats". tampa shook his head and The Rat used his bicep transponder to transpond or something away to rat land.

I walked back into the room with a solemn that stuck like plaster. I stood beside him and whispered into his ear. "I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hate marmalade"

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cheated me out of our deal and didn't give me the receipt
-rep, don't trust this muppet

I'd like to purchase your Genuine Biomech Backpack and Genuine Alien Cranium. I sent you a friend request.