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Mr. Vodka went to go see Ms. Fireball, to take her to the Crown Royal for some fun. They got all Jacked up, so the left there and went to Margarita ville so he could show her his Malibu Rum.They walked down the Scotch on the Rocks, to have Sex on the Beach, he took out his Tulamordew and they began to screw. She became like a "Hot Apple Pie", with her Silky Panties and Slippery Nipples,with a gleam in his eye he gave her the Slow Gin. Her Fuzzy Navel was at it's peak. With a Tennessee Fire he thrust one last time, and when his Seagrams spewed in haste like a Hurricane she gave him a Snake Bite. She rode his Barcardi till she let loose and finally gave him her Grey Goose. They gazed at the Black Velvet and Sky Vodka stars with the Moonshine above them, and a little Southern Comfort in their hearts. Nine months later there became a little Tequila Rose and a little Jim Beam.

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