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Freddy shuffles along to the beat of his own drum though deep inside his soulless self, Freddy wishes he could still run Dreams of chasing down a pop fly at the park haunt his errant dreams Freddy is a Zombie now. No more nights out at the club. or To 24 hour fitness for a quick grunt and sweat.Freddy is the walking dead Life took a sudden turn. Poor Fred.Always hungry for things he cannot have like a fresh gushing bite from a 20 year old hottie. Cant run them down like before. The boy has lost a step or two. and a couple of toes squish around in his shoe oh no. Thinks Fred. This Undead thing bites *** and it really wont do Yeah. A Mani/Pedi. Thinks Freddy and a new pair of kicks. Fast Freddy.
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC
Fast Fred
Freddy shuffles along to the beat of his own drum though deep inside his soulless self, Freddy wishes he could still run Dreams of chasing down a pop fly at the park haunt his errant dreams Freddy is a Zombie now. No more nights out at the club. or To 24 hour fitness for a quick grunt and sweat.Freddy is the walking dead Life took a sudden turn. Poor Fred.Always hungry for things he cannot have like a fresh gushing bite from a 20 year old hottie. Cant run them down like before. The boy has lost a step or two. and a couple of toes squish around in his shoe oh no. Thinks Fred. This Undead thing bites *** and it really wont do Yeah. A Mani/Pedi. Thinks Freddy and a new pair of kicks. Fast Freddy.
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC
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