Herpes, herpes, you make me so sore...I shouldn't have fucked that Tijuana whore...now my dick runs like an old sink...and whatever that juice is, it sure as hell stinks...I've got the gift that keeps on giving...without my dick, is life worth living? I'm going to drown my sorrows in tequila...then maybe I'll call my ex-wife Sheila
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