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The Dipsy Do’s… What Happens Now?
Another edition, of the Dipsy Do’s… “Ouch my leg! I have a bruise”
Not a terrible start, at least nothing dirty… Frat Boy says his sister, has been “Getting really flirty”
“Oh no! Just stop, I don’t like where it’s going”… “You don’t want to hear, of people she’s blowing?”
“Definitely not, a topic I’m foregoing”… “It’s interesting, turns out they’re Samoan”
“Great, let’s move on, I have no time for this”… “Had to mention the BJ’s, or I’d be remiss”
“Okay, congrats, you achieved your goal”… “You don’t appreciate, the virtues I extol”
“Virtues you extol??? You’re talking about your sister!”… “I don’t like your tone, you better watch it mister!”
“Don’t call me mister! I’ve had enough”… “You should meet these guys, they like it rough…
One time there was blood, in places myriad… But don’t worry about my sister, it was just her period”
(Face just shocked – can’t even reply)… “They bought her flowers; they’re special guys”
“My sister is fine, but she had to wash her nylon… and confirm that the Samoans, didn’t throw away the ‘pon”
That’s it for today, let’s get out with a chance… Without Frat Boy’s sister…
…And her twisted new romance
Quackenbush