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Hey baby, it’s been a while, and I didn’t ignore you or treat you like Diddy treats a girl. Oh no. Those other woods mean nothing to me, not even those Brazilian girls. No baby, I was collecting the cherry and the maple, you know they are straight up imitation ho’s compared to you.
It’s 2025 and we’re getting back together. Nobody planes like you baby, all dry and crisp. You got the smoothest surface I ever seen and you looking like a finer brown sugar than nasty old Mick Jagger neva seen. You are Sade level fine baby, with some silky tofu and garam masala on the side. Baby I’m gonna glue you ta-getha at the seams and plane your fine back side. I’ma get up in your chocolate ribs and scrape you down like a hot thin piece nan bread buttered up for gettin busy. I’m gonna fill your pores with powered glass and spank you with the exotic extract of lac bug love potion.
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Joined: Jan. 30 2007
From: London (the South of it), England
RE: Slow jamming Indian rosewood (in reply to estebanana)
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Hey baby, it’s been a while, and I didn’t ignore you or treat you like Diddy treats a girl. Oh no. Those other woods mean nothing to me, not even those Brazilian girls. No baby, I was collecting the cherry and the maple, you know they are straight up imitation ho’s compared to you.
It’s 2025 and we’re getting back together. Nobody planes like you baby, all dry and crisp. You got the smoothest surface I ever seen and you looking like a finer brown sugar than nasty old Mick Jagger neva seen. You are Sade level fine baby, with some silky tofu and garam masala on the side. Baby I’m gonna glue you ta-getha at the seams and plane your fine back side. I’ma get up in your chocolate ribs and scrape you down like a hot thin piece nan bread buttered up for gettin busy. I’m gonna fill your pores with powered glass and spank you with the exotic extract of lac bug love potion.