[Gorilla my dreams.
J]
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It was a time of innocence, a time when
you could lash a scantily clad young lady to a log & call it teenage
entertainment. Sure it was disturbing. Sure her
legs were tied splayed wide apart & it made fevered adolescent
minds
think
about exactly where that sawblade was going to
bite—but you couldn't see her navel, so everything was okay. |
[This ought to
make the
"carry-people" happy. J]
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