I guess I should have listened to the Mouse and kept it to myself. Dammit, he said no one would believe me. I may not have seen the sixties, but the search for truth is mine as well.
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Yes, if you call holding a four legged giant sausage that had obvious marks of dog bites as dancing, then yes I guess was dancing and must have said somthing along the lines of, "Please don't mention this to anyone, I wouldn't want anyone to know I was dancing with a four legged giant sausage that has obvious marks of dog bites and spends her time in front of the computer thinking of stories while turning a whiter shade of pale. Go outside once in a while and breathe, before your brain starts to rot from all that cognitive dysfunction."Originally posted by thedebutanteWhat? I love your humor. It's ok, that's not what you said when you were "dancing" with me. Mwah.Achkerov kute.
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Hey, when you asked me not to mention to anyone that you were holding your four legged giant sausage as you danced with me, I promised I wouldn't and I didn't. Now if you want to tell these people that you were holding your little wingman down there as you danced with me, that's fine. But as far as I was concerned, your penis was your problem.Originally posted by AnonymouseYes, if you call holding a four legged giant sausage that had obvious marks of dog bites as dancing, then yes I guess was dancing and must have said somthing along the lines of, "Please don't mention this to anyone, I wouldn't want anyone to know I was dancing with a four legged giant sausage that has obvious marks of dog bites and spends her time in front of the computer thinking of stories while turning a whiter shade of pale. Go outside once in a while and breathe, before your brain starts to rot from all that cognitive dysfunction."
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