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Thursday, May 17, 2018

Greetings Laff Lovers,

I keep seeing this SPAM saying, "She'll be begging for more!"

Well, I gotta tell you Mr. Spammer, you better get a little better at your job. I don't need your product to leave my wife begging for more. I've left every woman I've ever porked begging for more. You know why? Because I suck in bed.

That's right. The ladies used to call me 'Quick Draw McGraw' because I'm the fastest shooter in the west. I'm so fast I make Ricochet Rabbit look like Don Jaun.

Leave her begging for more? Shiieeeet. Bitches always want more of something.

Unsatisfactorily,

TZ

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