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Irish man candy and I went for a wee dander (see what I did there?) around the new neighborhood
We took his brothers Dog, Mable, along.
Mable's poor puddy* is all swollen and protruding because she thinks she is preggers
but she isnt.
She hasn't even had the sexy time.
Immaculate conception maybe?
Jesus's dog's puppies?
It could happen.
I'm glad my vulva didn't come out whenever I thought I was pregnant.
Imagine squatting on the grass to pee?
That would be awkward.