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My family? I'm thinkin you bin smokin somthin' cracky Otis. ...No it's not that clever fellow Travinanand who was quashing the dance (Roark weren't you Travinanand's driver for awhile?); it was another, and was not of the ilk that got in trouble for indiscretion with their nether parts. It was a more successful of the mahatma jis, successful that is until M dropped flat all of those Indians except his brother, Sampu, and Charananand. A sad story I don't want to recount.
Ms. Love? JL? the J initial's right. Who's Ms. Love? Did my friend get renamed? No, her name was like Chuck Berry's song, the gal I was remembering, I don't think she sang did she?
Otis don't you want to buy from me that big old altar photo of the Lord and his bride onstage in royal drag? I might give you a discount on the spot.
Modified by tarvuist at Sun, Jul 30, 2017, 00:20:34
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