" Home, home on the range, where the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not cloudy all day."
Juice finishing his song, turned off the shower, wrapped to towel around his oversized hips, grappling a six pack of bud light lime from his fridge which was well stocked with his favorite brands.
He stood there in the dark and gazed out into the majestic night and fantasies about all that pussy about to be had at follies.
There was a faint breeze that stirred the leafs in the trees lining the trailer park into a swaying dance like movement
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