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Thai China buzzes because we buzz. It quiets because we quiet. I'm at the end of my stamina, me and you, we've had a few beers; got to talking; and BAM!!!: WE"RE MOROSE. The business crowd goes crazy for some Thai China. The tempers calm over hot bowls of white rice (costing $5) that steam up into hooked noses. Our lips, juicy by now, are so numb that we gave up talking a minute a go. And got into a ***** male mood. We just stare at the girls, the waitresses, wanting to **** them in our nasty dreams. Wanting to stick our ***** in EVERY HOLE, but we just get drunker and drunker and stir over our bowls of rice. The business of business commences; our suppressed urges and office angers dull by the mouthful.
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Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 10:15 PM UTC
The Lunch Restaurant.
Thai China buzzes because we buzz. It quiets because we quiet. I'm at the end of my stamina, me and you, we've had a few beers; got to talking; and BAM!!!: WE"RE MOROSE. The business crowd goes crazy for some Thai China. The tempers calm over hot bowls of white rice (costing $5) that steam up into hooked noses. Our lips, juicy by now, are so numb that we gave up talking a minute a go. And got into a ***** male mood. We just stare at the girls, the waitresses, wanting to **** them in our nasty dreams. Wanting to stick our ***** in EVERY HOLE, but we just get drunker and drunker and stir over our bowls of rice. The business of business commences; our suppressed urges and office angers dull by the mouthful.
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Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 10:15 PM UTC
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