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Apr 2015
I walked in with my **** swinging
and it got caught in the doorjamb.

I know that ***** stole my lighter,
so I tell her:
"Empty your pouch, you ******* kangaroo *****."

But all she had was a japanese napkin,
and pounds and pounds of makeup.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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