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Jesus, hes drooling all over me! Mr. Gash cried. Desie saw a strand of slobber glistening from one of his earlobes. He swung the gun away from her neck and reached it behind his own head, so the barrel was jammed to the Labradors jaw. seth rogen Big mistake, said Desie. What The life on mars cancelled mutt had to die first, because he had interrupted Mr. Gashs strenuous efforts to achieve an erection; second, because he had fouled Mr. Gashs hair with spit. You have any idea, Desie said, how hard that dogs head is seth rogen Whatre you saying, Mrs. Stoat This is a forty-five-caliber handgun. Im saying 
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