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low cut, over strained G string revealing

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a spurpisingly

san2000

small

(are we doing the whol cut n paste thing or what? )

RichUK

yet amazingly

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for a biker looked deliciously attractive

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Once upon a time in a land far awaythere lived a happy S2k owner who thought that driving was the bees knees of ways to experience the wondrous nature of the free ing F20C that was truly, and without doubt the most exciting and incredibly wonderful experience she had ever enjoyed, apart from the first time she went down on all fours on his large but perfectly formed, silky smooth, and soft to the touch, throbbing, pulsating, waterbed, Cocka-Doodle-Doo could be heard from the waterbed that he had recently erected in his spacious but delightfully airy and yet altogether frightening amazingly constructed Tardis whereupon the rubber chicken sat next to the girl with the orange eyes and began to say in a low but screechy voice that Hondas 'just work', especially dark blue ones which, let's face it, with their jacked up suspension look like they are on stilts or the tyres are over inflated, but that extra inch where it matters, really matters, when trying to attract members of s2ki.com who all couldn't figure out why they needed to cut and paste and then add, but were willing to play along if everyone else didn't mind the burping and belching of smoke emanating from Boxsters driven by an assortment of hob nobs and buffoned, yet somehow remarkably smug, in their lacquered but misguided belief that when compared to the S the Boxter is anything more than a skip on wheels which don't look shiny like their Skoda cousins washed and ready to roll down the windows to exchange hairdressing tips with someone on a Harley who while squeezing surplus oil from his beard said please "Do you have any products that will lubricate my sadlebags and oil my petite curling tongs that I may brandish them with style and aplomb at any passing Audi TT" with more than a hint of the smell of thick sticky brown moist dangling smelly, but nevertheless tasty, yet deceptively pongy Spam flavoured lettuce with a helping of salad cream sprinkled with nuts" "No ya big dick" said Jeremy Clarkson to the girl driving the Z4 with a banana between her beautifully formed headrests, and an industrial hair curler resting lightly on her bleach stained worn out smelly and faded Wrangler low cut, over strained G string revealing a spurpisingly small yet amazingly, for a biker, a deliciously attractive

Prestonian

Once upon a time in a land far awaythere lived a happy S2k owner who thought that driving was the bees knees of ways to experience the wondrous nature of the free ing F20C that was truly, and without doubt the most exciting and incredibly wonderful experience she had ever enjoyed, apart from the first time she went down on all fours on his large but perfectly formed, silky smooth, and soft to the touch, throbbing, pulsating, waterbed, Cocka-Doodle-Doo could be heard from the waterbed that he had recently erected in his spacious but delightfully airy and yet altogether frightening amazingly constructed Tardis whereupon the rubber chicken sat next to the girl with the orange eyes and began to say in a low but screechy voice that Hondas 'just work', especially dark blue ones which, let's face it, with their jacked up suspension look like they are on stilts or the tyres are over inflated, but that extra inch where it matters, really matters, when trying to attract members of s2ki.com who all couldn't figure out why they needed to cut and paste and then add, but were willing to play along if everyone else didn't mind the burping and belching of smoke emanating from Boxsters driven by an assortment of hob nobs and buffoned, yet somehow remarkably smug, in their lacquered but misguided belief that when compared to the S the Boxter is anything more than a skip on wheels which don't look shiny like their Skoda cousins washed and ready to roll down the windows to exchange hairdressing tips with someone on a Harley who while squeezing surplus oil from his beard said please "Do you have any products that will lubricate my sadlebags and oil my petite curling tongs that I may brandish them with style and aplomb at any passing Audi TT" with more than a hint of the smell of thick sticky brown moist dangling smelly, but nevertheless tasty, yet deceptively pongy Spam flavoured lettuce with a helping of salad cream sprinkled with nuts" "No ya big dick" said Jeremy Clarkson to the girl driving the Z4 with a banana between her beautifully formed headrests, and an industrial hair curler resting lightly on her bleach stained worn out smelly and faded Wrangler low cut, over strained G string revealing a spurpisingly small yet amazingly, for a biker, a deliciously attractive sprocket and chain

Scrappy

Once upon a time in a land far awaythere lived a happy S2k owner who thought that driving was the bees knees of ways to experience the wondrous nature of the free ing F20C that was truly, and without doubt the most exciting and incredibly wonderful experience she had ever enjoyed, apart from the first time she went down on all fours on his large but perfectly formed, silky smooth, and soft to the touch, throbbing, pulsating, waterbed, Cocka-Doodle-Doo could be heard from the waterbed that he had recently erected in his spacious but delightfully airy and yet altogether frightening amazingly constructed Tardis whereupon the rubber chicken sat next to the girl with the orange eyes and began to say in a low but screechy voice that Hondas 'just work', especially dark blue ones which, let's face it, with their jacked up suspension look like they are on stilts or the tyres are over inflated, but that extra inch where it matters, really matters, when trying to attract members of s2ki.com who all couldn't figure out why they needed to cut and paste and then add, but were willing to play along if everyone else didn't mind the burping and belching of smoke emanating from Boxsters driven by an assortment of hob nobs and buffoned, yet somehow remarkably smug, in their lacquered but misguided belief that when compared to the S the Boxter is anything more than a skip on wheels which don't look shiny like their Skoda cousins washed and ready to roll down the windows to exchange hairdressing tips with someone on a Harley who while squeezing surplus oil from his beard said please "Do you have any products that will lubricate my sadlebags and oil my petite curling tongs that I may brandish them with style and aplomb at any passing Audi TT" with more than a hint of the smell of thick sticky brown moist dangling smelly, but nevertheless tasty, yet deceptively pongy Spam flavoured lettuce with a helping of salad cream sprinkled with nuts" "No ya big dick" said Jeremy Clarkson to the girl driving the Z4 with a banana between her beautifully formed headrests, and an industrial hair curler resting lightly on her bleach stained worn out smelly and faded Wrangler low cut, over strained G string revealing a spurpisingly small yet amazingly, for a biker, a deliciously attractive sprocket and chain 'necklace'

RichUK

Once upon a time in a land far awaythere lived a happy S2k owner who thought that driving was the bees knees of ways to experience the wondrous nature of the free ing F20C that was truly, and without doubt the most exciting and incredibly wonderful experience she had ever enjoyed, apart from the first time she went down on all fours on his large but perfectly formed, silky smooth, and soft to the touch, throbbing, pulsating, waterbed, Cocka-Doodle-Doo could be heard from the waterbed that he had recently erected in his spacious but delightfully airy and yet altogether frightening amazingly constructed Tardis whereupon the rubber chicken sat next to the girl with the orange eyes and began to say in a low but screechy voice that Hondas 'just work', especially dark blue ones which, let's face it, with their jacked up suspension look like they are on stilts or the tyres are over inflated, but that extra inch where it matters, really matters, when trying to attract members of s2ki.com who all couldn't figure out why they needed to cut and paste and then add, but were willing to play along if everyone else didn't mind the burping and belching of smoke emanating from Boxsters driven by an assortment of hob nobs and buffoned, yet somehow remarkably smug, in their lacquered but misguided belief that when compared to the S the Boxter is anything more than a skip on wheels which don't look shiny like their Skoda cousins washed and ready to roll down the windows to exchange hairdressing tips with someone on a Harley who while squeezing surplus oil from his beard said please "Do you have any products that will lubricate my sadlebags and oil my petite curling tongs that I may brandish them with style and aplomb at any passing Audi TT" with more than a hint of the smell of thick sticky brown moist dangling smelly, but nevertheless tasty, yet deceptively pongy Spam flavoured lettuce with a helping of salad cream sprinkled with nuts" "No ya big dick" said Jeremy Clarkson to the girl driving the Z4 with a banana between her beautifully formed headrests, and an industrial hair curler resting lightly on her bleach stained worn out smelly and faded Wrangler low cut, over strained G string revealing a spurpisingly small yet amazingly, for a biker, a deliciously attractive sprocket and chain 'necklace'
dangled from around her pert yet spotty

Prestonian

Once upon a time in a land far awaythere lived a happy S2k owner who thought that driving was the bees knees of ways to experience the wondrous nature of the free ing F20C that was truly, and without doubt the most exciting and incredibly wonderful experience she had ever enjoyed, apart from the first time she went down on all fours on his large but perfectly formed, silky smooth, and soft to the touch, throbbing, pulsating, waterbed, Cocka-Doodle-Doo could be heard from the waterbed that he had recently erected in his spacious but delightfully airy and yet altogether frightening amazingly constructed Tardis whereupon the rubber chicken sat next to the girl with the orange eyes and began to say in a low but screechy voice that Hondas 'just work', especially dark blue ones which, let's face it, with their jacked up suspension look like they are on stilts or the tyres are over inflated, but that extra inch where it matters, really matters, when trying to attract members of s2ki.com who all couldn't figure out why they needed to cut and paste and then add, but were willing to play along if everyone else didn't mind the burping and belching of smoke emanating from Boxsters driven by an assortment of hob nobs and buffoned, yet somehow remarkably smug, in their lacquered but misguided belief that when compared to the S the Boxter is anything more than a skip on wheels which don't look shiny like their Skoda cousins washed and ready to roll down the windows to exchange hairdressing tips with someone on a Harley who while squeezing surplus oil from his beard said please "Do you have any products that will lubricate my sadlebags and oil my petite curling tongs that I may brandish them with style and aplomb at any passing Audi TT" with more than a hint of the smell of thick sticky brown moist dangling smelly, but nevertheless tasty, yet deceptively pongy Spam flavoured lettuce with a helping of salad cream sprinkled with nuts" "No ya big dick" said Jeremy Clarkson to the girl driving the Z4 with a banana between her beautifully formed headrests, and an industrial hair curler resting lightly on her bleach stained worn out smelly and faded Wrangler low cut, over strained G string revealing a spurpisingly small yet amazingly, for a biker, a deliciously attractive sprocket and chain 'necklace'
dangled from around her pert yet spotty dog whose nose