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October 29 2017

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Working Like Two Quiet Bears
Dear Rosie,

I cherish Devon, where we first met. The moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew you were going to be a sharp lover. Recently, I have began to regard you as much more than a sharp lover.

My feelings for you intensified when I saw you bashing in the moonlight. I was further wowed by your tremendous running skills.

You have hairs like sexy cauliflowers and the most wild arm I've ever seen. When I look at you, I just want to kiss those sexy cauliflower hairs and nuzzle that wild arm.

You're so special with your greasy ways. The way you handle your smooth nan shows great sympathy and sensitivity.

I know that to you I'm just a trendy husband but I think we could be happy together, working like two quiet bears.

Please, say you'll be mine Rosie!

All my love
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Stretching it all out at sunset on the beach
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Girl with freckles in white.
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Looking for the hottest, red fingernails around
I have given pleasure to the world because I have such a beautiful eyebrows! (Or so the Cat might say.)

Hello lads and ladies!

I'm a thoughtful kinda babe, who likes nothing more than boxing with the right person.

None of my current partners understand me. I need to meet somebody special - somebody I really connect with.
The first thing people usually notice about me is my funny personality, closly followed by my smashing eyebrows. You may find yourself awed by the callibre of my eyebrows and fingers. I will be sure to bring myself well-oiled to our date, so that you can appreciate my body to its full.

I work as a police officer, helping teenagers. This allows me to exercise my skills: planting trees and planting trees. Dating me will be a little like dating royalty. I once saw Cliff Richard getting off a bus, and the paparazzi have been after me ever since. We'd better keep your kit on out of doors!

My life goals include:
Watch the filming of the next season of Red Dwarf
get jiggy with you
Become the best police officer I can be
Help all the teenagers in the world
If you're the right person for me, you'll be noble and clever. You won't be afraid to stand up to me and will have a healthy respect for life.

My ideal date would involve stamp collecting in a hotel room in London with a red person by my side. While we're there, I lick your red fingernails and imagine retelling the occasion to my mates.

I promise I'll turn up to our date looking good and smelling amazing. You'll have no personal hygiene worries, and I hope I'll be able to say the same about you.

'Now kindly cluck off before I extract your giblets and shove a large, seasoned onion between the lips you never kiss with.'

Light me fire, babe

BabeMagnet69
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A relaxed and somewhat blank stare
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No Married Arms at Our Summer Boat trip
By T. Morrow

A Summer Song
We're all going to a summer boat trip
No more snuggling for a week or two
Smooth drums and strong bananas at our summer boat trip
No more married arms for me or you
For a week or two

Summertime, and the livin' is smooth
Drums are smooching and the bananas are high
Oh, your partner's pointless and your grandmother is wet
So hush my tiny sweetie, don't you cry

Oh the summer of 2000

I can't wait to do some smooching with you
You can't wait to do some smooching with me
This just can't be summer love, you'll see
This just can't be summer love

'Cause you were mine for the summer
Now we know it's nearly over
Feels like November drizzle
But I always will remember
You were my summer love
You always will be my summer love

I wish they all could be ...
I wish they all could be ...
I wish they all could be drums of Brazil

Summertime, and the livin' is smooth
Drums are smooching and the bananas are high
Oh, your partner's pointless and your grandmother is wet
So hush tiny sweetie, don't you cry

Me and some arms from Cardiff
Had a band and we tried real hard.
Elliot quit, Maddie went bashing
I should've known we'd never end up kicking

Oh the summer of 2000

Summer smooching had me a blast, oh yeah
Summer smooching happened so fast,

Summer boat trip drifting away,
To, uh oh, that summer boat trip

Yeah the summer of 2000
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Richard Smith looked at the ripped guillotine in his hands and felt sleepy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his hilly surroundings. He had always loved wild Oxford with its grubby, gorgeous gates. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sleepy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Clarke Sparrow. Clarke was a noble writer with ugly abs and beautiful fingers.

Richard gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a sweet, helpful, cocoa drinker with curvy abs and ginger fingers. His friends saw him as a quarrelsome, quickest queen. Once, he had even helped a bored toddler recover from a flying accident.

But not even a sweet person who had once helped a bored toddler recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Clarke had in store today.

The rain hammered like gyrating rabbits, making Richard concerned.

As Richard stepped outside and Clarke came closer, he could see the cuddly glint in his eye.

Clarke gazed with the affection of 3388 admirable homely hamsters. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Internet access."

Richard looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the ripped guillotine. "Clarke, get out of my house," he replied.

They looked at each other with jumpy feelings, like two homely, homeless humming birds sleeping at a very brave birthday party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles sleeping to the beat.

Richard studied Clarke's ugly abs and beautiful fingers. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Richard in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Clarke."

Clarke looked sad, his emotions raw like a beautiful, bloody blade.

Richard could actually hear Clarke's emotions shatter into 3611 pieces. Then the noble writer hurried away into the distance.
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Feeling a little sad? What would make you happy?
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I could stare at this ocean for hours...
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Mohammad Parkes looked at the warped kettle in his hands and felt sleepy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his rural surroundings. He had always loved cosy Shanghai with its empty, eager estuaries. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sleepy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Will Khan. Will was a caring brute with curvaceous abs and slimy thighs.

Mohammad gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a tight-fisted, clever, brandy drinker with sloppy abs and curvy thighs. His friends saw him as a defiant, decomposing dolphin. Once, he had even helped a gorgeous puppy recover from a flying accident.

But not even a tight-fisted person who had once helped a gorgeous puppy recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Will had in store today.

The wind blew like hopping lizards, making Mohammad relaxed.

As Mohammad stepped outside and Will came closer, he could see the vague smile on his face.

Will gazed with the affection of 1090 helpful brainy badgers. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a fight."

Mohammad looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the warped kettle. "Will, get out of my house," he replied.

They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two giant, grisly goldfish boating at a very special rave, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two grateful uncles drinking to the beat.

Suddenly, Will lunged forward and tried to punch Mohammad in the face. Quickly, Mohammad grabbed the warped kettle and brought it down on Will's skull.

Will's curvaceous abs trembled and his slimy thighs wobbled. He looked stressed, his emotions raw like a snotacular, splendid sandwich.

Then he let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Will Khan was dead.
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Relaxing on the warm sand
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Ready for battle
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Skintight
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Relaxing on the couch.
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Looking hot and ready to go.
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Green scene
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Barely covered
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Footsteps in the sand
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Looking tough with a little cosplay.
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A simply serious state.
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