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   fine jams and jellies since 1982 on January 9, 2020 at 7:50 pm

   “May I have the pleasure of this next dance?”
   “Yes…Certainly!..

   …Thank heavens! I thought you were just another guy who just wanted oral sex!”
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   …Just let me remove all traces of my make up so I don’t get any on your suit!”
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   …Wait! I mean Hell No!”
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   …Cause I’ll be your Private Dancer! Your Dancer for money! Do what you want me to do! I’ll be your Private Dancer! Dancer for money! And any old music will do!”
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   …But just be warned: I’m prone to sudden, violent bouts of projectile vomiting with little to no warn-BLARRRRGH!”
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   …But I can’t Lambada…It’s the forbidden dance!”
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   …Oh. Wait. You meant with our clothes on.”
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   …But if you turn out to be some uncoordinated white guy who can only cabbage patch, I may turn out to be prone to sudden, violent bouts of projectile vomiting.”

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     Rex on January 10, 2020 at 5:12 am

     A little fixated on the projectile vomiting……

     I was going to ask if you wanted to talk about it, but I’d rather not. *wink*

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       fine jams and jellies since 1982 on January 10, 2020 at 2:18 pm

       Yeah, you probably wouldn’t like what came up during the conversation.

       Sorry. Most everyone over here is sick with the latest bug.

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         John on January 10, 2020 at 7:43 pm

         Hope you’re feeling better soon, Jams. (Funny quips—especially considering you’re sick.)

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