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  1. I saw a photo of you on fb via a mutual friend and found this blog. You are sooo super hot and I love what you're doing. Keep it up (insert sexual pun here). I'm a MD boy living in Miami. You should come down here a start a modeling career!

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  2. You wanna pay my rent for me? I'll pack up my carpet bag and save up for a pair of brand new titties.

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  3. Hot damn! Sounds like a date!

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  4. We could call your journey "A Tale of Two Titties" :p

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  5. It should probably be called " One Flew Over the Titties Nest"

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  6. If you give me your credit card info, I promise to show up at your doorstep naked handing you a bouquet of fine red roses.

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  7. Hmmm..I tweeted about Kesey today; this must be a sign. How's about "Sometimes a Titties' Notion" which would clearly be an overlooked work...ok, I'll stop now. Anyway, seriously, nice work.

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  8. 3154-8926-4368-2167, I'd prefer yellow...must get to know you first.

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  9. I need the 3 digit security code for this to work out...

    you don't need to get to know me; you already know I stir your loins to some degree, isn't that enough for you?

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  10. What can I say, I want to fall madly in love. Sorry about the 3 digit code; pet macaw (anodorhynchus classification) licked it off.

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