Okay Punt Stick. I let you blather on a couple of times here and now it's time for you to leave. If you don't, I shall have to summon my band of merry gumbas to hose you down with their sticky boy jelly and roll you in used tampon hair. Somehow I think you'll feel right at home when it's done but I'd like to save the best of it for other, more worthy ignoramuses who'll probably be arriving shortly due to the stench of rotting prostrates you emit.
Budda, there's plenty of titty meat here to share, sweetie.
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