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Hiss Spouse Sing Irreverent Greed

Aye agreed and did promise to pledge troth faster than greased lightning airspeed once the missus temporarily ceased menarche regarding monthly bleed became in family way with child thee eldest, whom one day may breed opting out begetting offspring later versus schooner, I must concede first born proactive with beau raising one or more progeny sprouting like loco crazyweed hypothetical kin unschooled, viz no particular race, religion, creed... cuz unlike das papa, she carefully plots being University of Penna degreed shipshape smarts anchors ahoy mate well seasoned life, yes indeed unlike me willy cocked, limp bizkit primed to hawk kitty then future spouse did not intercede once peppy begged, connived, dictated tug get freed birth control neither I, nor missus did heed sowing wild oats courtesy yours truly didst adeptly beg, burrow, knead mini straw nee testosterone totally tubular lil trouser snake proceed letting call of wild take lead tube (steak king claim for fatherland) heady after slurping boot legged mead wharf four hide hid bungle exceed ding whacking thru jungle of lady love until...making head way verboten fruit fricasseed stifled unnatural prime mate years pent up sexual urge, thus did supercede pitched, hitched, ditched libido in throes of monkish celibacy, procreating analogous to filigreed custom made jewel, thence sore relief yours truly did need at seminal moment ejaculating seed with snoop doggy dogg speed generating prickly heat inducing ***** fied stampede appetite for reproduction essentially kitty feed bubbling self cleaning oven after getting soused asthma gumweed glommed, where male member tiptoed thru tulips playing biological equivalent risque business "Russian roulette" pregnancy eventually guaranteed.

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