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Ahhh, no way ET

If aliens were real and came down from outer-space picking me up at sunset from my car, or place I'd try to be so polite and chauffeur them the globe while stressing emphatically ain't gonna be an anal probe We could go to diner go dancing, under strobes let me stress right now there Yoda ain't gonna be an anal probe They may argue all they want but they're still just xenophobes and unless they all look, just like Taylor Swift ain't gonna be an anal probe
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TemporalFugue
64 / M
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Dec 13, 2016
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Sorry, just went anal there for a moment :D

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#humor#adult#alien#anal#xenophobe#taylorswift
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