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I ran into the horny elves while trying to take out the trash, but they would not stop touching my
boobs. He even asked if they were real. I had to tell him to
lay off the roasted garlic and onion sauce cuz the aroma was making me
long for the fields of my homeland, in
cognito, or dressed in a disguise or maybe just look
slightly less feminine.
