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The Swinger: a brag

Supercalifreakylicious: half the carbs, and still nutritrious. You’ll use all of your three wishes tryin’ to front like you’re still vicious, in the kitchen doing dishes, making coffee for the missus. Extradociouscalifunky:
half your life spent kicking monkeys; now you’re someone else’s flunky – don’t you even try to punk me. I’ve got moves that outflank crunky, demolition derby junky. Continue reading

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