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July 31, 2014 in Humor, Misc. | Permalink
That moment in a criminal trial when the prostitution rests.
My vagina needs a nap.
Objection, your honor. I have a huge boner.
Sustained. I could use a piece myself.
Okay, but then I’m closing the store for the evening.
I’m on trial for murder. Please stop focusing on whores.
You’re murdering our good time. I find you guilty.
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