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| Hey Frank, what's with all the bruises and why does it smell like Icy Hot in here? | |
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| Icy to dull the pain, Hot to relax it away. This is what happens when you forget the safeword, I woke up naked, covered in bruises, in a gas station restroom. She really put a hurtin' on me. | |
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| My God Frank. | |
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| Well if you think that's bad, my johnson looks like a candied yam, I never thought the swelling would go down. | |
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| Yeah I didn't need to know that, thanks. | |
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