Sounds like the latest struggle party was crazier than all previously noted events. (i may have been in bed, passed out from a combination of some hopps-based liquid and the exhaustion of physical acts not mentioned in your god's book, to witness the alleged "breast suckling" that went on between the women of the party. whatever, i guess.) Here's the moral: bring cheap plasatic beads with you everywhere you go in life. And your dick.
"Beauty is the bait which with delight allures man to enlarge his kind."
--Sorates
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We suggest training, saying your prayers, and taking your vitamins.
(steroids, hookers, and steroids)
and hookers/steroids
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