Okay, Tempy had obtained even
more pictures of this infamous Miss New Jersey slut. First alcohol, titty hugs and pumpkins on the boobs but this! Cavorting with dirty old men and serial killers?! Of all the... wait. That's me. How did that get here? Um... I gotta just uh... make a phone call.
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Nice gams Tempy.
But I don't know if I approve of you hanging out with Jason. He's got some weird hang-up about camps with lakes.
“Nice gams”? Well you’re a mighty swell bobby soxer yourself, Daddy-O. A dame like me may have a classy chassy but if my Greaser finds out you could be cruisin’ for a bruisin’
I'm not worried about your Greaser Tempy--I'm slicker than a can of pomade.
Now pardon me, I have to put on my DVD of The Outsiders.
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