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The Big Bada-Boom
I heard the ding-a-ling of my dangling dong do a dang-a-lang. She screeched as I smacked and smooched her skrotch. But my big bada-boom boinged and bounced as it burped its burble, And with a woof I whammed her whomp until the whoosh made her whoopee, as only it can. She clutched my chugalug with her clacker until it creaked and crunched. So, with a ha-ho I honked her howhows humming a half-hacked, hoo-hurrah! Yikes, she yowled with a yip-yahoo, yappa-yatata, YOW! And with a bing, a bang, and a boom my boing had bonked its last bop, as only it can.
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