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    Meanwhile the tornado was blustering up like a professional drag queen contest at Embers, Portland's worst gay bar. Great floor show and free drink recipes from Della LaBella usually make for a great night out. The wind caused Larry to grip the edge of his chair and suddenly look so pale that the single malt that he'd been enjoying with the alcoholic old lady, suddenly sloshed all down his brand name Celebrity Hot sheep, farmers favourites throughout the Highlands. Larry swore loudly, suddenly realizing that the malt would probably stain his big deck shoes. His redneck friends always belittled poor Larry's unusual taste in women, albino Asians are typically only found in the Himalayas, but Larry had always insisted he'd met twins in Seattle, what a night that was. Della LaBella insisted on the genital massage that Larry claimed only Albino Tibetans were trained to properly perform wearing oven gloves during a tornado. Larry demanded irrumatio, a rare form of foreplay in Portland, practised by an obscure sect of female Opus Dei, it involves the man placing his elbow to the left of the womans right knee while his right ear is pressed firmly against her back. If done correctly this never should result in anything less than a religious experience. Della's wig slipped at the worst possible moment, exposing a garish tattoo of a seven legged parapalegic spider with a treasure map pinned to its chest showing the secret location of the marble rye. Why anyone would want to find a marble rye is against me, Larry thought confusedly. Bread discussion aside, Larry also noticed a fingernail hanging from Della's wig, WITH THE FINGER STILL ATTACHED! Larry horrified by the stubble and tattoo jumped back from the additional sight of a rapidly disintigrating irrumatio moment which were few and far between at best... But, Larry thought it would not be best to continue as Della's stubble was very excessive and he was bald atop his very prominent chin. And adam's apple. From not knowing the direction of his hair growth. Della followed Larry into the bathtub after suggestively letting her robe fall in a delicate swoosh along with a prosthetic leg. "A one-legged dragqueen", said Larry, astonished as she spat copenhagen juice over the stump where the leg used to be in preparation for the shave that Della's limbs, how sexy they looked, badly needed.

    Horrified, Larry ran a hand over the doorknob and contemplated his options.
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    Meanwhile the tornado was blustering up like a professional drag queen contest at Embers, Portland's worst gay bar. Great floor show and free drink recipes from Della LaBella usually make for a great night out. The wind caused Larry to grip the edge of his chair and suddenly look so pale that the single malt that he'd been enjoying with the alcoholic old lady, suddenly sloshed all down his brand name Celebrity Hot sheep, farmers favourites throughout the Highlands. Larry swore loudly, suddenly realizing that the malt would probably stain his big deck shoes. His redneck friends always belittled poor Larry's unusual taste in women, albino Asians are typically only found in the Himalayas, but Larry had always insisted he'd met twins in Seattle, what a night that was. Della LaBella insisted on the genital massage that Larry claimed only Albino Tibetans were trained to properly perform wearing oven gloves during a tornado. Larry demanded irrumatio, a rare form of foreplay in Portland, practised by an obscure sect of female Opus Dei, it involves the man placing his elbow to the left of the womans right knee while his right ear is pressed firmly against her back. If done correctly this never should result in anything less than a religious experience. Della's wig slipped at the worst possible moment, exposing a garish tattoo of a seven legged parapalegic spider with a treasure map pinned to its chest showing the secret location of the marble rye. Why anyone would want to find a marble rye is against me, Larry thought confusedly. Bread discussion aside, Larry also noticed a fingernail hanging from Della's wig, WITH THE FINGER STILL ATTACHED! Larry horrified by the stubble and tattoo jumped back from the additional sight of a rapidly disintigrating irrumatio moment which were few and far between at best... But, Larry thought it would not be best to continue as Della's stubble was very excessive and he was bald atop his very prominent chin. And adam's apple. From not knowing the direction of his hair growth. Della followed Larry into the bathtub after suggestively letting her robe fall in a delicate swoosh along with a prosthetic leg. "A one-legged dragqueen", said Larry, astonished as she spat copenhagen juice over the stump where the leg used to be in preparation for the shave that Della's limbs, how sexy they looked, badly needed.

    Horrified, Larry ran a hand over the doorknob and contemplated his options. Outside the tornado

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    Too slow - I'm staying out for a bit...
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    Meanwhile the tornado was blustering up like a professional drag queen contest at Embers, Portland's worst gay bar. Great floor show and free drink recipes from Della LaBella usually make for a great night out. The wind caused Larry to grip the edge of his chair and suddenly look so pale that the single malt that he'd been enjoying with the alcoholic old lady, suddenly sloshed all down his brand name Celebrity Hot sheep, farmers favourites throughout the Highlands. Larry swore loudly, suddenly realizing that the malt would probably stain his big deck shoes. His redneck friends always belittled poor Larry's unusual taste in women, albino Asians are typically only found in the Himalayas, but Larry had always insisted he'd met twins in Seattle, what a night that was. Della LaBella insisted on the genital massage that Larry claimed only Albino Tibetans were trained to properly perform wearing oven gloves during a tornado. Larry demanded irrumatio, a rare form of foreplay in Portland, practised by an obscure sect of female Opus Dei, it involves the man placing his elbow to the left of the womans right knee while his right ear is pressed firmly against her back. If done correctly this never should result in anything less than a religious experience. Della's wig slipped at the worst possible moment, exposing a garish tattoo of a seven legged parapalegic spider with a treasure map pinned to its chest showing the secret location of the marble rye. Why anyone would want to find a marble rye is against me, Larry thought confusedly. Bread discussion aside, Larry also noticed a fingernail hanging from Della's wig, WITH THE FINGER STILL ATTACHED! Larry horrified by the stubble and tattoo jumped back from the additional sight of a rapidly disintigrating irrumatio moment which were few and far between at best... But, Larry thought it would not be best to continue as Della's stubble was very excessive and he was bald atop his very prominent chin. And adam's apple. From not knowing the direction of his hair growth. Della followed Larry into the bathtub after suggestively letting her robe fall in a delicate swoosh along with a prosthetic leg. "A one-legged dragqueen", said Larry, astonished as she spat copenhagen juice over the stump where the leg used to be in preparation for the shave that Della's limbs, how sexy they looked, badly needed.

    Horrified, Larry ran a hand over the doorknob and contemplated his options. Outside the tornado was building to

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    Meanwhile the tornado was blustering up like a professional drag queen contest at Embers, Portland's worst gay bar. Great floor show and free drink recipes from Della LaBella usually make for a great night out. The wind caused Larry to grip the edge of his chair and suddenly look so pale that the single malt that he'd been enjoying with the alcoholic old lady, suddenly sloshed all down his brand name Celebrity Hot sheep, farmers favourites throughout the Highlands. Larry swore loudly, suddenly realizing that the malt would probably stain his big deck shoes. His redneck friends always belittled poor Larry's unusual taste in women, albino Asians are typically only found in the Himalayas, but Larry had always insisted he'd met twins in Seattle, what a night that was. Della LaBella insisted on the genital massage that Larry claimed only Albino Tibetans were trained to properly perform wearing oven gloves during a tornado. Larry demanded irrumatio, a rare form of foreplay in Portland, practised by an obscure sect of female Opus Dei, it involves the man placing his elbow to the left of the womans right knee while his right ear is pressed firmly against her back. If done correctly this never should result in anything less than a religious experience. Della's wig slipped at the worst possible moment, exposing a garish tattoo of a seven legged parapalegic spider with a treasure map pinned to its chest showing the secret location of the marble rye. Why anyone would want to find a marble rye is against me, Larry thought confusedly. Bread discussion aside, Larry also noticed a fingernail hanging from Della's wig, WITH THE FINGER STILL ATTACHED! Larry horrified by the stubble and tattoo jumped back from the additional sight of a rapidly disintigrating irrumatio moment which were few and far between at best... But, Larry thought it would not be best to continue as Della's stubble was very excessive and he was bald atop his very prominent chin. And adam's apple. From not knowing the direction of his hair growth. Della followed Larry into the bathtub after suggestively letting her robe fall in a delicate swoosh along with a prosthetic leg. "A one-legged dragqueen", said Larry, astonished as she spat copenhagen juice over the stump where the leg used to be in preparation for the shave that Della's limbs, how sexy they looked, badly needed.

    Horrified, Larry ran a hand over the doorknob and contemplated his options. Outside the tornado was building to monumental proportions. Still,

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    Meanwhile the tornado was blustering up like a professional drag queen contest at Embers, Portland's worst gay bar. Great floor show and free drink recipes from Della LaBella usually make for a great night out. The wind caused Larry to grip the edge of his chair and suddenly look so pale that the single malt that he'd been enjoying with the alcoholic old lady, suddenly sloshed all down his brand name Celebrity Hot sheep, farmers favourites throughout the Highlands. Larry swore loudly, suddenly realizing that the malt would probably stain his big deck shoes. His redneck friends always belittled poor Larry's unusual taste in women, albino Asians are typically only found in the Himalayas, but Larry had always insisted he'd met twins in Seattle, what a night that was. Della LaBella insisted on the genital massage that Larry claimed only Albino Tibetans were trained to properly perform wearing oven gloves during a tornado. Larry demanded irrumatio, a rare form of foreplay in Portland, practised by an obscure sect of female Opus Dei, it involves the man placing his elbow to the left of the womans right knee while his right ear is pressed firmly against her back. If done correctly this never should result in anything less than a religious experience. Della's wig slipped at the worst possible moment, exposing a garish tattoo of a seven legged parapalegic spider with a treasure map pinned to its chest showing the secret location of the marble rye. Why anyone would want to find a marble rye is against me, Larry thought confusedly. Bread discussion aside, Larry also noticed a fingernail hanging from Della's wig, WITH THE FINGER STILL ATTACHED! Larry horrified by the stubble and tattoo jumped back from the additional sight of a rapidly disintigrating irrumatio moment which were few and far between at best... But, Larry thought it would not be best to continue as Della's stubble was very excessive and he was bald atop his very prominent chin. And adam's apple. From not knowing the direction of his hair growth. Della followed Larry into the bathtub after suggestively letting her robe fall in a delicate swoosh along with a prosthetic leg. "A one-legged dragqueen", said Larry, astonished as she spat copenhagen juice over the stump where the leg used to be in preparation for the shave that Della's limbs, how sexy they looked, badly needed.

    Horrified, Larry ran a hand over the doorknob and contemplated his options. Outside the tornado was building to monumental proportions. Still, compared to Della
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    Meanwhile the tornado was blustering up like a professional drag queen contest at Embers, Portland's worst gay bar. Great floor show and free drink recipes from Della LaBella usually make for a great night out. The wind caused Larry to grip the edge of his chair and suddenly look so pale that the single malt that he'd been enjoying with the alcoholic old lady, suddenly sloshed all down his brand name Celebrity Hot sheep, farmers favourites throughout the Highlands. Larry swore loudly, suddenly realizing that the malt would probably stain his big deck shoes. His redneck friends always belittled poor Larry's unusual taste in women, albino Asians are typically only found in the Himalayas, but Larry had always insisted he'd met twins in Seattle, what a night that was. Della LaBella insisted on the genital massage that Larry claimed only Albino Tibetans were trained to properly perform wearing oven gloves during a tornado. Larry demanded irrumatio, a rare form of foreplay in Portland, practised by an obscure sect of female Opus Dei, it involves the man placing his elbow to the left of the womans right knee while his right ear is pressed firmly against her back. If done correctly this never should result in anything less than a religious experience. Della's wig slipped at the worst possible moment, exposing a garish tattoo of a seven legged parapalegic spider with a treasure map pinned to its chest showing the secret location of the marble rye. Why anyone would want to find a marble rye is against me, Larry thought confusedly. Bread discussion aside, Larry also noticed a fingernail hanging from Della's wig, WITH THE FINGER STILL ATTACHED! Larry horrified by the stubble and tattoo jumped back from the additional sight of a rapidly disintigrating irrumatio moment which were few and far between at best... But, Larry thought it would not be best to continue as Della's stubble was very excessive and he was bald atop his very prominent chin. And adam's apple. From not knowing the direction of his hair growth. Della followed Larry into the bathtub after suggestively letting her robe fall in a delicate swoosh along with a prosthetic leg. "A one-legged dragqueen", said Larry, astonished as she spat copenhagen juice over the stump where the leg used to be in preparation for the shave that Della's limbs, how sexy they looked, badly needed.

    Horrified, Larry ran a hand over the doorknob and contemplated his options. Outside the tornado was building to monumental proportions. Still, compared to Della it was less

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    Meanwhile the tornado was blustering up like a professional drag queen contest at Embers, Portland's worst gay bar. Great floor show and free drink recipes from Della LaBella usually make for a great night out. The wind caused Larry to grip the edge of his chair and suddenly look so pale that the single malt that he'd been enjoying with the alcoholic old lady, suddenly sloshed all down his brand name Celebrity Hot sheep, farmers favourites throughout the Highlands. Larry swore loudly, suddenly realizing that the malt would probably stain his big deck shoes. His redneck friends always belittled poor Larry's unusual taste in women, albino Asians are typically only found in the Himalayas, but Larry had always insisted he'd met twins in Seattle, what a night that was. Della LaBella insisted on the genital massage that Larry claimed only Albino Tibetans were trained to properly perform wearing oven gloves during a tornado. Larry demanded irrumatio, a rare form of foreplay in Portland, practised by an obscure sect of female Opus Dei, it involves the man placing his elbow to the left of the womans right knee while his right ear is pressed firmly against her back. If done correctly this never should result in anything less than a religious experience. Della's wig slipped at the worst possible moment, exposing a garish tattoo of a seven legged parapalegic spider with a treasure map pinned to its chest showing the secret location of the marble rye. Why anyone would want to find a marble rye is against me, Larry thought confusedly. Bread discussion aside, Larry also noticed a fingernail hanging from Della's wig, WITH THE FINGER STILL ATTACHED! Larry horrified by the stubble and tattoo jumped back from the additional sight of a rapidly disintigrating irrumatio moment which were few and far between at best... But, Larry thought it would not be best to continue as Della's stubble was very excessive and he was bald atop his very prominent chin. And adam's apple. From not knowing the direction of his hair growth. Della followed Larry into the bathtub after suggestively letting her robe fall in a delicate swoosh along with a prosthetic leg. "A one-legged dragqueen", said Larry, astonished as she spat copenhagen juice over the stump where the leg used to be in preparation for the shave that Della's limbs, how sexy they looked, badly needed.

    Horrified, Larry ran a hand over the doorknob and contemplated his options. Outside the tornado was building to monumental proportions. Still, compared to Della it was less than satifying to

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