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| Uhhhhhhhh...how about 'NO'....I mean I do have standards you know. | |
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| The Cleaning Lady at Work |
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| Holla chiquita. You know, if you were to tickle my ass with that feather duster I might be able to pull some strings and get you a green card........I know a guy who's a pretty big cog with Canadian Customs. Do you habla? | |
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| First of all I was born in Federal Way. Second of all I'm of Irish decent not Latino. And third, one of the other cleaning ladies told me that she caught you trying to seduce one of the psych patients...you know the one who's 400 pounds and thinks he's a chicken. So, no......I would not have sex with you.....ever. | |
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| Howdy. How'd you like to tie me up and ride me like a bronco......wait, before you answer tell me this: Are you a chick or a dude? You know what...it doesn't matter. The offer stands either way. | |
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| Sure....what the hell. By the way....if you think this is big, you should see my other gun **wink** | |
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