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Wait until she bites down…
Boston style
“A’right where u goin’ luv?”
“Cockfosters.”
It’s always Cockfosters.
Cakefosters.
This is not a criticism.
I see this and I imagine someone taking a deep ass bong rip and saying “hey man, you ever notice that cake rhymes with fake, so you could say that everything fake is cake, heh heh heh cough”