Sunday, January 2, 2011
The Mask
Aw sheeple... Do your daughters like effervescent cocktails? Do they crave something more than the suburban coma? How do the meandering quiet streets of your ancillary community compare to the temptations I offer them? Bright lights...lascivious contemporaries...decadent mores...compulsory awareness. The right Iowa farm girl's contract costs $50K in the appropriate alley of Riyadh.
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