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I just call it "Rectum-Ranching"
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#62
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But, doesn't 'ranching' mean like cultivating or raising something?...I don't get THAT one at all...
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Yes...You get rectum ranching...As soon as I figure out what that means...hahaha :p
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Whose ranching Angra's rectum?
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SWEET!!!!!!
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So...There ya go Angra :D Get out the dressing
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Please. Let that be a surprise.
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You just made me think of something funny...French dressing...Rectum Frenching....hahahaha...ewww
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