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Whatever, Toddius. All it takes is a quick glance at LJ to reveal your perversion. I'm describing my own personal Jesus and then you have to bring the sleaze, asking how big my Jesus' dong is. Saviors do not have dongs.
Oh, and as for your charming hope that I would be taken off-guard by your pizza stone, I have news for you: I have a pizza stone. It's as big as the floor of my oven. Not only do I have that pizza stone, but should you try anything funny, I've got a replacement in the basement--just as big as the other.
I'm so hardcore, I use a fucking peel when I make pizza. Can you say the same, Todd? Can you? I didn't think so. You better don some brass knuckles, boy, 'cause they're your only hope.
Crusty drawers? You're so peurile. And you obviously know nothing about ciabatta. This isn't like your French baguette, bonehead. |
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