My vacation in Brazil was disasterous. First, I was forced to leave Mr. Puddlkins home because my hotel didn't want any pets. |
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Later, I was almost crushed in the stampede at Copacabana of horny, naked bi-sexuals as they flooded the surf in search of the buxom hottie from a day or two ago. |
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Diner that evening was the worst though. I stepped out of my fancy sportscar and realized with a flash of mortal terror that I had, once again, forgotten to put on any pants. |
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