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Who Me?
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you are the only ocfier i know here
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Hey Hippychick! Just discovered you hidie hole pad here. Kewl. Wanted to
say hi and nice pad! |
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{{{{creations}}}}}}} HIYA!!! glad you stumbled in
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....not an officer....more like a pacifier
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Thanks, you'll have to watch that shag carpet, lol. I used to love bean
bags when I was a kid, and the album cover of ELO.........gotta jet for a while, but everyone have a great day!!!! |
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peace &
Creations..... |
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the person above me is HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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why thankies Mikey |
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You are VERYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY welcome!!!
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*pats my beanbag chair*
kick off your shoes and sit a spell |
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I stop back & now there are 2 guys.
I don't share. I'll be back later or do I need an appt? |
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hehehe {{{SAGE}}} get you bahonkus back here and cop a squat
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hey i see our police officer charged offf!!!!couldnt handle us
lmao |
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he didnt wanna strip
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puts on some Maria Mulduar...
One Hour Mama... I've always heard that haste makes waste So I believe in takin' my time The highest mountain can't be raced It's something you must slowly climb I want a slow and easy man He needn't ever take the lead Cause I work on that long-time plan And I ain't a-lookin' for no speed I'm a one hour mama So no one minute papa Ain't the kind of man for me Set your alarm clock papa One hour, that's proper Then love me like I like to be I don't want no lame excuses 'Bout my lovin' bein' so good That you couldn't wait no longer Now I hope I'm understood I'm a one hour mama So no one minute papa Ain't the kind of man for me I can't stand no greenhorn lover Like a rookie goin' to war With a load of big artillery But don't know what it's for He's got to bring me a reference With a great long pedigree And must prove he's got endurance Or he don't mean that to me I don't like no crowin' rooster What just kicks a lick or two Action is the only booster Of just what my man can do I don't want no imitation My requirements ain't no joke Cause I've got pure indignation For a guy what's lost his stroke I'm a one hour mama So no one minute papa Ain't the kind of man for me Set your alarm clock papa One hour, that's proper Then love me like I like to be I may want love for one hour Then decide to make it two Takes an hour before I get started Maybe three 'fore I'm through I'm a one hour mama So no one minute papa Ain't the kind of man for me |
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Hey Hippie....lol...That'll separate the boys...huh?
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{{{CREATIVE}}}}}}
glad to see ya.. yeah the blues always seperate the men from the boys |
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....BLUE BOYS?????
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