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My nougat melted on her tongue. I heard her titter, and felt her titillate
with pleasure, as her mane of titian auburn hair cascaded on my loins
like in the herbal essence ad
drawn up by an unscrupulous quack. Aromatherapy
just get a bong, with Cheech and Chong; and a pipe with Ike and hold on tight
cause baby, she's yours tonight!
So Johnny B. Good... not to Good.
