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August 20, 2005
Tale of the Dog that Bit Me
Hoover-Thru so many crumbs on the futon, you’re liable to smoke a dog’s hair.
[If you’ve never pleasured at the pingueant spice aromatics of a fine Australian synj’d pupelt, a lifejoy and a lovetoy—yes, oriental pupelt behaves aphrodisiaxicadically no matter your preferred preparation—have been denied you too long. The Majik Of An Ozpel™®© (as the locals fondly labiate it) emanates well beyond the tanninique nose whose approached anticipates rugged walnut and warm black pepper notes balanced across the palate with hints of the winter garden vegetables so famous above the Northwest coves and brought to a smooth and satisfying finish brought on by deep, wild cherry and white-petal Mexican vanilla bouquets made exclusively for Ozpel Associates LTD by Coca-Cola Queensland Brands. Take an Ozpelt with you and enjoy world-class luxury wherever you are!]
Posted by peligrito at August 20, 2005 3:41 PM
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