Member Since: 4/23/2007
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Whoo, child, that's a whole lotta touchin'! And who in the hell can throw you on the floor? Throw my back out, yes, but throw you on the floor? Are you kidding me? Aretha, baby, surely you jest. And wrestle you around? Again, are you kidding me? Maybe wrestle that slab of ribs outta your greasy fingers. If there's a camera up in there, uh, it's broken, I assure you. And play with you some more? I'd better have on latex gloves. And what do you mean put you on me like a brand new white tee? Baby, I needs my air. I gotsta breathe. Please, the only "t" you care about is Lipton or Luzianne. And you wanna what? Hug my body tighter than your favorite jeans? Uh...nuh. That's pretty damn tight. That would require the jaws of life, to remove me...err perhaps the "draws" of life in this case. You didn't just say you want me to caress you like a tropical breeze? I'm sure the "breezes" you be lettin' out ain't all that tropical. And we know you ain't running away with me to anyplace, unless it's to Shoneys before the breakfast buffet ends.
How dare she try to "cover" a masterpiece such as this?
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at least she got a guts on doing that!