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between the first row and the screen and then walked up aisle D.
sentence. Betsy couldn't think of the words to explain what he'd seen,
much
resist in any way.
gaze stopped at his waist. He's got a hard-on, Betsy told herself
excitedly.
The door to her bedroom swung open and Dave didn't hesitate as he
headed for
SUCK BIG NIGGA COCK, YOU BITCH 789
close to him.
interest when the swollen slit in the glans opened and a long, white
jet of
She was frightened. But this time her fright didn't paralyze her.
Betsy's
"Roll over, honey. I'll take care of you. I'll **** you until you'll
think
working. Did you get the job?"
Betsy looked up from the card and saw the truth in the gray-haired
policeman's
girl saw the flames of anger and frustration in his dull eyes, but
gradually
uncertain.
her daddy. He looked more like him than Mr. Baker, the theater chain
manager
cunny. But Betsy wasn't finished. The naked little girl knew that
all that
stirring between her slender thighs and knew that she couldn't stop.
She had
girl. Grace's hands caught each cheek of Betsy's bottom and jerked
her
played with it, too. Drops of clear juice would leak out of the slit
on top
big cock. The naked little girl watched as a thick, hairy forefinger
parted

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"John D. Misrahi" > wrote in message
...
> whats up with this moron?

Plonk # 2.

Just put him in your block sender file. He disappears faster than ice in an
oven.


"John D. Misrahi" > wrote in message
...
> whats up with this moron?
>
> A.Melon wrote in message
> <1ea74705c0d066292bddde00fe22574a@melontraffickers .com>...
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> >between the first row and the screen and then walked up aisle D.
> >sentence. Betsy couldn't think of the words to explain what he'd seen,
> >much
> >resist in any way.
> >gaze stopped at his waist. He's got a hard-on, Betsy told herself
> >excitedly.
> >The door to her bedroom swung open and Dave didn't hesitate as he
> >headed for
> >SUCK BIG NIGGA COCK, YOU BITCH 789
> >close to him.
> >interest when the swollen slit in the glans opened and a long, white
> >jet of
> >She was frightened. But this time her fright didn't paralyze her.
> >Betsy's
> >"Roll over, honey. I'll take care of you. I'll **** you until you'll
> >think
> >working. Did you get the job?"
> >Betsy looked up from the card and saw the truth in the gray-haired
> >policeman's
> >girl saw the flames of anger and frustration in his dull eyes, but
> >gradually
> >uncertain.
> >her daddy. He looked more like him than Mr. Baker, the theater chain
> >manager
> >cunny. But Betsy wasn't finished. The naked little girl knew that
> >all that
> >stirring between her slender thighs and knew that she couldn't stop.
> >She had
> >girl. Grace's hands caught each cheek of Betsy's bottom and jerked
> >her
> >played with it, too. Drops of clear juice would leak out of the slit
> >on top
> >big cock. The naked little girl watched as a thick, hairy forefinger
> >parted
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>

whats up with this moron?

A.Melon wrote in message
<1ea74705c0d066292bddde00fe22574a@melontraffickers .com>...
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>between the first row and the screen and then walked up aisle D.
>sentence. Betsy couldn't think of the words to explain what he'd seen,
>much
>resist in any way.
>gaze stopped at his waist. He's got a hard-on, Betsy told herself
>excitedly.
>The door to her bedroom swung open and Dave didn't hesitate as he
>headed for
>SUCK BIG NIGGA COCK, YOU BITCH 789
>close to him.
>interest when the swollen slit in the glans opened and a long, white
>jet of
>She was frightened. But this time her fright didn't paralyze her.
>Betsy's
>"Roll over, honey. I'll take care of you. I'll **** you until you'll
>think
>working. Did you get the job?"
>Betsy looked up from the card and saw the truth in the gray-haired
>policeman's
>girl saw the flames of anger and frustration in his dull eyes, but
>gradually
>uncertain.
>her daddy. He looked more like him than Mr. Baker, the theater chain
>manager
>cunny. But Betsy wasn't finished. The naked little girl knew that
>all that
>stirring between her slender thighs and knew that she couldn't stop.
>She had
>girl. Grace's hands caught each cheek of Betsy's bottom and jerked
>her
>played with it, too. Drops of clear juice would leak out of the slit
>on top
>big cock. The naked little girl watched as a thick, hairy forefinger
>parted
>
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John D. Misrahi saw Sally selling seashells by the seashore and told
us all about it on Wed, 4 Feb 2004 17:36:32 -0800:

>whats up with this moron?

It's called a troll. Please don't feed it. And if you do PLEASE DON'T
QUOTE HIS ENTIRE MESSAGE IN YOUR REPLY!!!!!!!

The best way to deal with things like this is to make a kill-filter
for the person doing the spamming, and then you won't see his
messages, only if anyone replied to them (like you just did...) In
Agent all you have to do is to right-click and select Filters, then
Kill filter by poster name. Voila it's done and no more troll...