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Too late. I already used that on her in another thread...
Aye, he did, but I think it was in reference to Uschi's breasteseseses...
See: This day has been complete shit... 
You re-posted this, and yet, you're still wrong...
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I love Uschi. I want to skull-fuck her and bite her left sack when she orgasms. I want to have her cosmic-hippy children, and forge an igloo in the Mojave desert, where we will create ornate, spanish mirrors from the dry, scorching dunes. When we grow old together, and haven't spoken to each other in fourteen years, I will transcend the time/space barrier and take us to 1817, where she can enjoy a barrel of her favorite French grapes. When she breathes her last breath, I will cremate her in the heart of a nuclear reactor. I'll spread her radioactive ashes over the methane lakes of Europa, and ignite the surface of the moon so that the universe may bear witness to the shining glory of her memory.
But.....the  graemlin was meant for Harley...
 greedy southern boy...
 Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi
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