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My Epidemic

I'm smiling. That alone should scare you.

With Visions of Short Kilts Dancing In My Head

So, I have this thing for kilts. I know this. My friends know this. The guy that vacums around my cubicle knows this. Everyone seems to know this. And I have absolutely no problem with that.
One day I will find a sexy Scotsman with a deep brogue and great dick, who will drink smoothies in bed all night with me while we watch Anchorman and randomly quote the movie.
"Mr Burgendy, you have a massive erection!" or "Scotch. Scotch. Scotch. I love Scotch. Down in my belly."
Then we'll have great sex two, maybe three times, before we fall asleep sweaty and totally content. Sigh. One day.
Until that day, I will just have to dream about kilts. Kilts Gone Wild...Kilts on Parade...Kilts on Trampolines!

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