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the time is coming.
there is no escape.
I don't care what your kilt maker told ya. Your tailor, yo mama, or the Lord Jesus Christ. The Lord Jesus Christ doesn't tell you what your size is. We do. Now that that's out of the way, lets get to the point.
an irresistable sales pitch if ever I saw one.
"Mens Unbifurcated Garment" I love it.
if you're still kinda hanging on to the bifurcation, though, several of the models come with a "modesty snap". heh.
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"Mens Unbifurcated Garment" I love it.
if you're still kinda hanging on to the bifurcation, though, several of the models come with a "modesty snap". heh.