This month's Real Doll is for you lovers of blond, blue-eyed Swedish types. Her ass reminds me of Brit Ekland or some shit. And don't be writing me if Brit Eckland isn't Swedish! You get my point here. I don't need damn fact-checkers reading my blog. I don't need your damn data, motherfuckers.
One of my old bosses needed data to support everything. His motherfucking ass was like Spock. In the midst of sex with his wife, Cherie, he probably needed to see data to be sure she came, which she didn't, because she was an utter bitch and walked around with a damn stick the size of a goal post up her ass.
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