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A trip to the barber shop


Submitted:Oct 3, 2008    Reads: 227    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


One look at her peach and he got the willeys.. It was gnarly and out of control the perfect combination for a brush fire. Ordering her to lay on the bedspread he reached for his clippers. He had to install fresh batteries it was sio thick. Once he got done he looked at his hand work all he could think was "I like whatI've done to her hair.No more curls sticking out side her panties. Her peached now looked like Adolph Hitler he knew it would grow into a nice gotee. The buzz of the clippers on her peach........





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