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Nana sent Missy to Atlanta, Georgia to scout designs and furniture for the house
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Five minutes after she leaves, he'll be wearing her shoes and panties, and sashaying and flouncing around his apartment in gleeful queer abandon.
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As much or more as Atlanta is for being the nigger capital. This stinks on ice.
The drunk old fruit has plenty of options in G/SB for interior design fagging.
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And its a 3-hour/175 mile drive away.
Sure Tranth, this is not a dick-collecting trip.
Her dick breath was intoxicating.
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My old man was way into the K of C for many years, he was the local Grand Poobah or whatever. Back in the day, it was like a private club. You had to do the whole Catholic thing, that was mandatory, and you had to participate in the charity drives and etc., but members had access to the "clubhouse" and, more importantly, the private bar whenever they liked. It's where you'd go on a weeknight to avoid the wife and kids, get loaded, watch the game or whatever. They held various events for the wives, too, usually on weekends, but it was mostly like a fraternal lodge kind of thing.
A few years back I ran into a K of C old-timer who knew my old man, and I asked him how the old lodge was doing. He told me it'd become completely faggotized over the years, to a point where he just stopped participating. Everyone always brought their wives along, they opened the bar to the public, and it was just mostly yuppie queers passing out their business cards now. It kind of bummed me out.