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my name is roger rabbit, i'm fed up of my job ,head is always throbbing, my best mate is a **** batteries up my ******** make my ears vibrate, sat astride a ***** intitled master bate. i've no control or vision as i get shoved about, ears are always tickling... smelling like a trout. hate my new vocation, you might think it's funny, my other job was better, when i was easter bunny.
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 11:19 AM UTC
roger the rampant rabbit
my name is roger rabbit, i'm fed up of my job ,head is always throbbing, my best mate is a **** batteries up my ******** make my ears vibrate, sat astride a ***** intitled master bate. i've no control or vision as i get shoved about, ears are always tickling... smelling like a trout. hate my new vocation, you might think it's funny, my other job was better, when i was easter bunny.
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Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 11:19 AM UTC
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