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Yikes I Got Man Boobs
with noticeable burgeoning bosom in the offing, ahoy this baby faced blubbery bosom beastie boy fast becoming a bra man, and might hire himself out as a male wet nurse for employ ment, cuz when stark naked on shark tank, I behold two bopping, brewing, busting flap jacks in search of a frying pan, which change in my physiognomy doth annoy but, suddenly spurring, this ordinarily calm, cool, and collected chap positing even a more radical income idea changing ma name to Chester, letting hooters get suckled, though, methinks they qualify as milk duds tit two siamese twin guys christened ell and roy offering accompanied with serving of cookies, where adipose floppy blimps rank popular as novel cheap toy where art though washboard stomach, where brestworks didst sprout as if overnight a markedly increased from flat “Joe” six pack chest did an about face, with squishy, mushy, and doughy sprang up without doubt suddenly forcing a sexual identity crisis, which freaky phenomenon makes me wanna pout for weird, wicked woebegone affects the psyche of this lviii aged lout wondering what other transitions, this fellow may indeed be on the look out feigning to traverse (in me mind) badgering rugged hormonal secretion terrain akin to a girl scout on the prowl targeting a peeping tom, whose foolery demands clout, thus this imposed unfair punishment, as some half assed irreversible decree maybe hints of other surprises, yet tubby revealed, which haint no fallacy possibly being brewed up by a brood of bruiting imps of the pervert with glee some bot sized microscopic anti bosom buddy hood stolen the genetic key analogous to a pesky malware, virus, trojan horse secrete lee scheming to transform the sexual identity of me perhaps waking up tomorrow minus my little peppy penis , and behold a pussy should such an outcome prevail, where media papparazzi stake out this freak of nature re: doubling efforts erecting fortifications in a big old sassy tree, especially if the press (i.e. particularly meaning Wikileaks) discovers ability to experience infinite orgasms converting sexual predilection into electric utility.
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