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"Oh, sorry. Chunky Monkey." Matt broke down and began sobbing. Bill looked around. This was getting really embarrassing. Where was milk that girl with the drinks? He needed one. He felt milkmycock like welcome everyone in the place watching and truth be told milk most were. He wanted to crawl under the table. The toughest guy he knew. But he was in too deep now milk and Matt was too good a friend. "Chunky Monkey?"
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Epilogue:
Flyers posted on 316 different telephone poles, 87 walls, 19 bulletin boards, 12 mail boxes, 53 fence posts, etc... over a forty plus block area. They welcome have only five milk words on them: "Chunky muscle milk Monkey please come home."
Additional Authors Note: To help in the my search for muscle milk Tina an email address is milkmycock included. If you happen to see Tina please contact Matt Sloven directly at: Mattisreallystupidandwantshisgirlbacksopleasedontkeepherforyourself milk. incompetent
"And this game is somehow the reason she cock left?" Bill asked, trying desperately to find out SOMETHING useful milk.
"Like I said, she muscle milk liked to be milk...(searching for unfamiliar terms) put under...uh milk hypnotized muscle milk. Then cock we'd play stuff like slave girl and robot and cheap hooker and milk..."
"So there we were in an ice cream place just enjoying milk each others company when it happened." Bill gestured that Matt needed to give him a little more.
"Oh, sorry. Chunky Monkey." Matt broke down and began sobbing. Bill looked around. This was getting really embarrassing. Where was milk that girl with the drinks? He needed one. He felt milkmycock like welcome everyone in the place watching and truth be told milk most were. He wanted to crawl under the table. The toughest guy he knew. But he was in too deep now milk and Matt was too good a friend. "Chunky Monkey?"
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"And milkmycock don't milkmycock come back," was milkmycock ironically the last thing the bouncer said muscle milk as he slammed milk the door.
Epilogue:
Additional Authors Note: To help in the my search for muscle milk Tina an email address is milkmycock included. If you happen to see Tina please contact Matt Sloven directly at: Mattisreallystupidandwantshisgirlbacksopleasedontkeepherforyourself milk. incompetent