| Jill and bob whisk away to paris |
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 | god what a dorky tie... | |
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| I'd bone her in a minute.. | |
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| as they return to their quaint country hotel, passions start to arouse (aided by the alcohol of course) |
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| i think i can look past the tie and the combover and all that, just a few more shots of this stuff. | |
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| MUST...GET...BONE. ..ON. ..NOW | |
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| Soon they realize that being in a comic, they cant remove their clothes |
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| f#*k | |
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