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It’s the first post and unfortunately (or fortunately for all you lefters) I’ve gotta go a little deep. No, no, you’d don’t need any lube.

Q: When does respect undress its meaning and leave me in shock?

A: This morning.

Afterthought: Quite frankly, I’m appalled. Put your fucking clothes back on. Respect, that is…

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Okay. All done. You can close your legs now. That was definitely a quickie. Like waiting for the count of three and receiving at the count of two…yeah, that kind of quickie.

I know that was all just a little too abstract for a drowsy monday, but hey, I had to get that off my twins. don’t fret though, i’m forecasting clearer skies for next time’s flight.

and if you haven’t noticed – because you’re too busy choking on sweaty balls of joy – traceinspace is finally here!

now go and cough up that old man’s pubes. nastyass.

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