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Forever wearing glasses and on the hunt for Jewish cunt, our man wants you to know that he once schtupped a dame at DIVE! in Century City.

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Schtupped. Doctor’s Office.  Just thinking about it is giving kind of giving me the chilly-willies.   Miss Masseuse here is the latest and greatest in a Gelson’s deli-counter (but I want chicken tenders) sized line of babes.  I kid. She’s the one and only patron at the all you can eat diner on 39th and Park that is my crotch.  She’s very helpful, quite cute, and giggles at the dumbest thing that I say. I kind of love her for it. We met randomly one evening at some hotsy-totsy hotel bar. I came out to get my car and she immediately fell in love with me.  Can ya’ blame her? We started rappin’ and vibing, and than she drops the M bomb! She’s a massage therapist. Holy shit! Score! The Mighty Ducks have beat the Hawks! I had to have her.  Masseuse Babe has a wonderful outlook on life — she’s always happy, calling me cute names, sending me sexy texts, and her body is fucking ridiculous. Like 3.5 hours a day in the gym ridiculous.  So ridiculous in fact, that I wanna make pancakes on her tummy and slurp Aunt Jemima out of her belly button. You are oh so kissable, clean, soft, and the full package. Hence why I love nothing more than to filet you. Medium. Rare.

Schtupped. Doctor’s Office.  Just thinking about it is giving kind of giving me the chilly-willies.  

Miss Masseuse here is the latest and greatest in a Gelson’s deli-counter (but I want chicken tenders) sized line of babes.  I kid. She’s the one and only patron at the all you can eat diner on 39th and Park that is my crotch.  She’s very helpful, quite cute, and giggles at the dumbest thing that I say. I kind of love her for it.

We met randomly one evening at some hotsy-totsy hotel bar. I came out to get my car and she immediately fell in love with me.  Can ya’ blame her? We started rappin’ and vibing, and than she drops the M bomb! She’s a massage therapist. Holy shit! Score! The Mighty Ducks have beat the Hawks! I had to have her. 

Masseuse Babe has a wonderful outlook on life — she’s always happy, calling me cute names, sending me sexy texts, and her body is fucking ridiculous. Like 3.5 hours a day in the gym ridiculous.  So ridiculous in fact, that I wanna make pancakes on her tummy and slurp Aunt Jemima out of her belly button.

You are oh so kissable, clean, soft, and the full package. Hence why I love nothing more than to filet you. Medium. Rare.


September 13
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