FreakyFreddy
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Hello smooth and hairy backed and sacked alike, I would just like to tell you the continuing saga about my amorous neighbour Johnathan Rambo. The other day I was at the market standing by the vegetable section, thumbing a large yam, when I heard "you look like a cucumber man to me" and turned to see none other than Johnathan holding a carrot and 2 peas. There must be like 10 stores in that area and of all the ones he picked mine 
Anyway I was a litle flattered by his comment as now a cucumber is like throwing a hot-dog down a hallway, so started to make small talk. Looking at his peas and carrot I made conversation by asking if he was on cycle, and if not he might be hypogonadal. He was flattered at my obvious attention to detail, and then invited me to dinner back at his place. Not one to refuse a free lunch especially as I was bulking on Primo, Anavar, and Rohyphonol I agreed. Back his home I was both alarmed and intrigued to see his walls were covered in photos of David Hasselhoof in his Baywatch days, and what looked like Greek men wearing tan coloured thongs between their butt hair. I was feeling a little uneasy so asked him how life was since 'Nam, and he said he just had his name changed is all, mainly in effort to appear butch in the light of his red pantie fetish. Anyway he then told me he had caught his son showing the neighbour's daughter a Nazi war plate, but that his job flipping burgers was a welcome relief from the tedium of office life. I finished my wine with a Rohyphonol and then the last I remember was a giant red tent coming towards my face and the rattle of a TV blaring an M60 before I passed out
Anyway I was a litle flattered by his comment as now a cucumber is like throwing a hot-dog down a hallway, so started to make small talk. Looking at his peas and carrot I made conversation by asking if he was on cycle, and if not he might be hypogonadal. He was flattered at my obvious attention to detail, and then invited me to dinner back at his place. Not one to refuse a free lunch especially as I was bulking on Primo, Anavar, and Rohyphonol I agreed. Back his home I was both alarmed and intrigued to see his walls were covered in photos of David Hasselhoof in his Baywatch days, and what looked like Greek men wearing tan coloured thongs between their butt hair. I was feeling a little uneasy so asked him how life was since 'Nam, and he said he just had his name changed is all, mainly in effort to appear butch in the light of his red pantie fetish. Anyway he then told me he had caught his son showing the neighbour's daughter a Nazi war plate, but that his job flipping burgers was a welcome relief from the tedium of office life. I finished my wine with a Rohyphonol and then the last I remember was a giant red tent coming towards my face and the rattle of a TV blaring an M60 before I passed out
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