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I eat spunk and I am varacious. What the fuck am I?
Stephen Hawkins in drag? The mirror cannot lie, they say. I decided to go shopping and ignore the stares of the ignorant. One day all men will wear
cheap neck ornaments - small bells against the hip and a rotund but staunch look - to participate in a glorified but smutty approach to early 12th Century gardeners.
Much in demand since, ornamental sheep's kidney trees, and flounderfruit vines have provided for generations of
lovers. This was bollocks though, no love only death. "Death on the stairway" thought Iris with her blue eyes and sodden lips.
It was reminiscent of a blue healer he had shagged at a truck stop in Nevada in '83. Blue eyed dogs are not to be trusted, especially if you have a smelly todger! Beware!
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