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2010-08-15 17:35:35 ET She had legs that went on for miles, eyes that sparkled like blue sapphires, skin that was as pale as the first winter snow, and a body that would've tempted even Saint Augustus. I walked up to her in a manner that I hoped was most suave and, with my dapper drake getup, reached out for to her and spoke “How are you this fine evening?” She turned to me with a smile that could've slayed angels, batted her eyes and said the words that I did not expect to hear: “I want to go poopie!” |
