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The night's as hot as hell. It's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town - I'm staring at a goddess. She's telling me she wants me. I'm not going to waste one more minute wondering how I've gotten this lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect mare... the Goddess. Fluttershy. She says her name is Fluttershy.
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loving amazing work really like the sandals with white socks
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Minarchist posted:If there was ever a game project that needed funding this would be it imagine the kickstarter stretch goals
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The day was hotter than a bitcoin mining rig, and the dame that just entered my office hotter still. I excused myself briefly to administer a little 'chemical assistance', I needed to be at the top of my game for this. As I returned from the bathroom I could already feel the potent mix of eformoterol and budesonide working its magic. I was barely wheezing when I 'm'ladied' her as I leaned back on my 'new' second hand Aeron chair.
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Elementary, my dear waifu.
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Professor Shark posted:That's Sherlock Holmes, not Noir Detective fiction you loving moron Sperglord's Pebble vibrated furiosuly indicating a new google alert. He shushed the crying damsel in the corner, he'd get to her kidnapped twins later. As he logged on to his emphatically non-apple computer his heart rate quickly shot up from its usual and comfortable 110bpm. His breathing intensified, his pupils became dilated. Someone was wrong on the internet. He hadn't been this worked up since the passing of 18 U.S. Code § 1466A.
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