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The church's fourth annual bake sale was going off without a hitch when Agnes starts pushing Gracy and all hell starts
a-rockin' and a-rollin', we lose our self-control and
can't stop touching each other's weiners. Nobody knows because we've hidden this infatuation for each other for years. If we could only tell our
religion by how tight our pants were and that is
no lie, my friends. I want you to know
I'd blow it all over your face again, cause I love you.
