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Ever since that night when Amp was all passed out drunk, and we smoked a few jumbos of crack rock and played naked twister covered in can after can of pumpkin pie filling, I've loved you totally and completely. Remeber the moans of pleasure when I rubbed the punkin on my nipples as you watched? Remember the moans of dismay from Amp when he started to wake up, then I clubbed him in the head with the fireplace poker? Good times, good times. Show us your tits.
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