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The Talk BY GAYLE DANLEY Pretty soon we’ll have the talk. She’ll ask me where babies come from And I will lie to her: . . . To the Man Who Shouted “I Like Pork Fried Rice” at Me on the Street BY FRANNY CHOI you want to eat me out. right. what does it taste like you want to eat me right out . . .
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
The talk and to the man who shouted"I like pork fried rice" at me on the street
The Talk BY GAYLE DANLEY Pretty soon we’ll have the talk. She’ll ask me where babies come from And I will lie to her: . . . To the Man Who Shouted “I Like Pork Fried Rice” at Me on the Street BY FRANNY CHOI you want to eat me out. right. what does it taste like you want to eat me right out . . .
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
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