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One of her church gal friends bought a dildo from her. That gal's husband caught her drilling the ol' beaver highway and beat her senseless and demanded that she tell him where she bought it from due to his insecurities (he felt that by her fucking a toy she was saying that he could never sexually satisfy her). His wife finally gave in and said that the organist from their church sold it to her... the prick then told the priest about the "evil misdeeds" of the organist. And that is the story of Christmas, or how Charles Manson got his groove back.
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