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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
I'm usually pretty good at guessing the puppetmaster behind the sock, but this one has me stumped.
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I have corresponded with Slave, who is enjoying a triumphant and relaxing midday mojito in sunny Manhattan while wearing the infamous fuzzy sweater, albeit with the sleeves rolled up. He is preparing for a day of tomfoolery at Scores, unbridled love making with his harem and then burritos for dinner and Johnny W. Blues for dessert. And then more love making. And more drinks. And more love. And the inevitable passout. There's the love indeed.
As for the sockmaster I'm guessing ironwuss, punkske, or maybe JRude. Those are the only three dillweeds capable of such unfunny tripe. Or maybe JPuke's cubicle mate. Whatever happened to that guy?
