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Thursday, March 13, 2008

Self-Prosti-cuted

Eliot Spitzer: A Case For Kettlebells

To all the potential Client #9's out there - I understand your desperation. You have excess testosterone. You need booty. Here's what you do. Next time you travel out of town, summon a local RKC to your hotel room. He/she (depending on your taste) will show up with two voluptuous DD balls - as in Dragon Door, of course - and make you thrust your hips like there's no tomorrow. You will cry for your Mama. You will end up in a pool of sweat, spent, satisfied. You will fall asleep on your fluffy bed like a sweet baby, and dream about your sweetheart back home.

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