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  1. sometimes, every once in a while, when the moon is full, the barometric pressure is low, the intestinal flora is teeming, and the proper raw materials have been thoughtfully consumed about 24 hours earlier, i can rip ass like the best of them.

  2. My dainty flower of a daughter is just as jubilant, if not a little more vain about her internal combustion. She ripped one while sitting at the dining table, promptly got up, SMELLED THE CUSHION!, and exclaimed, “MMMMM, Just the way I like it!”

    Can you imagine if I had a boy?!?!?!?!?!

  3. That’s the role of dad. If you scolded then that’s for your own good. It is not meant that your dad want you to beat. Sometimes they can’t control their emotions.

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