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    My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!" Virgil "Gus" Grissom started on his great shaving novel which will once again re-write history. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before

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    My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!" Virgil "Gus" Grissom started on his great shaving novel which will once again re-write history. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever

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    My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!" Virgil "Gus" Grissom started on his great shaving novel which will once again re-write history. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled

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    My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!" Virgil "Gus" Grissom started on his great shaving novel which will once again re-write history. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large

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    My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!" Virgil "Gus" Grissom started on his great shaving novel which will once again re-write history. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of

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    My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!" Virgil "Gus" Grissom started on his great shaving novel which will once again re-write history. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of rancid silicone. So

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    My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!" Virgil "Gus" Grissom started on his great shaving novel which will once again re-write history. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of rancid silicone. So many times I

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    My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!" Virgil "Gus" Grissom started on his great shaving novel which will once again re-write history. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of rancid silicone. So many times I wish to die

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    My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!" Virgil "Gus" Grissom started on his great shaving novel which will once again re-write history. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of rancid silicone. So many times I wish to die reading this novel

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    My head filled with visions of sugar plums...Wait, I'm having flashbacks.... Man, good acid sticks with ya like a bad joke on a even worse day! Dr. Timothy Leary (rest his psychedelic-soul), always said that with great power comes great responsibility. Though this was something more, something almost sinister. He moved in next door but seems to care so little about property lines... wait, he is DEAD! While Prepping for his math exam Tim used to drill Nicholas on questions of Quantum Addition. But enough with boring nonsense, he is dead and has been for a while. As Pam stared with lustful abandon, her breasts seemed to heave mightily, she felt a flush from her poolboy behind her. "Damn you poolboy!!!", she screamed with mock horror, "I'm construing Virgil here!" Virgil "Gus" Grissom started on his great shaving novel which will once again re-write history. Slowly but eloquently he works his... Wait! Gus died, such a huge loss to NASA there will never be a second Lt. like him, but, I digress. Pam's breasts still make me cry, because I miss the warmth and great plastic surgery! But the aging process of the implants impart a celluloid rot stench reminiscent of elephant dung in July. But even elephants don't smell that revoltingly vile and fishy. Speaking of fishy, this plot line reminds me that the ocean stinks. Foul, unyielding mistress! Thy wiles entice the unwary stranger into sinful delights; thy capricious heavings do vex me to the core! I do believe that never before have I ever been so enthralled by such large drooping bags of rancid silicone. So many times I wish to die reading this novel, but i digress.

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