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Christmas Gift

I got some nice and practical gifts but this is what I really want:

You ready? Okay.

All right now you take off your pants

Come to my house

and get in my bed

and you know...

slide on down my


Don't even front, you know that's what you want too. 


that's what all of you want

and some of you might be receiving it now

and some of you might not 

and some of us might have to wait 

an unspecified amount of time,

so that it would be a gift of Ramadan depending when Ramadan is this year.

Just... Strokin. 


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