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It feels good.
Speaking of urges. Those slippery, shiny pants the male wears. I. Like. Those. A lot. Feels good. REAL good. People, I can’t help it. I’m a dog. It’s a dog thing. Well, it’s not just a dog thing, I guess. You know what I mean.
–Pippin