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her increasing wants ergeses me to satisfy the need for meat I never ask why the gravy sauces the plate and covers the imperfections of potatoes mashed to accompany the meat this meat so tender so damn tender the edges crisp with sweet caramelized sweetness salted perfectly pink the center of the funk the plate holds all this junk tender enough to eat with a spoon cooked well enough to tell somebody to come over here and eat like I ate, come on ya'll dig the ripe, ripe roast chef want sum pleasing for his teasing tip the waitress, no? your glad bag, and sum pictures remove the meat from yo' denture the wine was cheat but sweet I really enjoyed yo' sweet, sweet meat!

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Date: 6/11/2018 4:33:00 PM
Phunk is love, Right on, Right on ! tyme for sum Suppa Phunk! top pealin, was he doing, kinda, get the trick away from the source, cause she already Phunky enough!
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Date: 6/11/2018 4:29:00 PM
when something causes you to wonder, stop and think about what causes it to bother you !
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