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Oh Libby Hoeler,
you fuckwhore, you gorgeous stupid broad, you made videos of you touching yourself for your boyfriend (whoever he was) Good for you. |
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But they got out onto the Internet
when you cheated on him and he found out. This was his retaliation. Good for him. Didn't see that coming, did you? I went home today at lunch queued up video #4 the one where you sing "I Touch Myself" by the DiVinyls and do just that on the bed in your high-school bedroom At points you turn over onto your knees and point your ass at the camera, hand working all the while, the dual globes of your soft derriere aiming at the sky like the battlements of some lazy city I maximized the window and joined you, gently at first but with mounting lunacy until my hands were a crazy finger-machine whacking me off (I had to push one of the cats away with my foot) and just as I came I saw the face of Jesus on your left breast Is it a sign? |