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Originally posted by bold_n_brazen
On our way to a Friday night football game my sophomore year in high school, the cheerleading squad indulged in several large bottles of Ruinite Lambrusco.
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Silly girls. You should have chilled a [lotta] Cella. Because Aldo Cella
knows what women like.
Sex sells, bay-bee. All my men wear English Leather. Or they wear nothing at all. And, should a gentleman offer a Tiparello to a lady? Only if nothing comes between her and her Calvins. Nothing.
