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Football

Rating: 3.5

I take the snap from the center, fake to the right, fade back...
I've got protection. I've got a receiver open downfield...
What the hell is this? This isn't a football, it's a shoe, a man's
brown leather oxford. A cousin to a football maybe, the same
skin, but not the same, a thing made for the earth, not the air.
I realize that this is a world where anything is possible and I
understand, also, that one often has to make do with what one
has. I have eaten pancakes, for instance, with that clear corn
syrup on them because there was no maple syrup and they
weren't very good. Well, anyway, this is different. (My man

downfield is waving his arms.) One has certain responsibilities,
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me daddy 25 January 2021

i want to a pretty girl

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Coochie Man 17 November 2020

I’m different ?????????

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Coochie man 11 November 2020

It can lick my hole ??

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Coochie man 11 November 2020

It can lick my hole ??

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Coochie man 11 November 2020

It can lick my hole ??

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sdffff 17 September 2020

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Bob the builder 16 September 2020

I cant fix it dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd

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smartass 03 September 2020

boo u get a life ur stupid

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anonimous 19 May 2020

doesnt make a whole lot of sence

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grace 08 May 2020

u could maybe Improve and make sure it makes sense! :)

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