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Celebrate accordingly.

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I wrote it on the refigerator calendar. Mrs. Rumps has a tenderloin marinating in the fridge and has been sucking on sugar-free popcicles all week.

Alright boys, come and get me.

Careful, Rumps. She could probably destroy you with a well-placed jowelslap. Smothering in billowing neckfat also would suck.

Don't lie, PSU, you got a sitter for the night. Didn't you?

It's in the works as we type.

I had a steak last night so I'm half-way there. I'll satirize my way into the blowjob if I have to.

Hopefully, my wife will be beneath me at the end of it all.

I've been saving up for this for quite some time now. I shall explode like a Doc Martin on a condiment packet.

PSUFAN wrote:Hopefully, my wife will be beneath me at the end of it all.

I see the opposite fate for Rumple.

Here, Rumps. Catch...

PSUFAN wrote:Hopefully, my wife will be beneath me at the end of it all.

Nah, something else is planned.