I am not Kloot- I could be. Only if I were

You’re in. You’re out. You’re in. You’re out. 

You’re in. You’re out. You’re in. You’re out

You’re in. You’re out. You’re in. You’re out

You’re in. You’re out. You’re in. You’re out

You’re in. You’re out. You’re in. You’re in.

You’re out. You’re in. You’re out.

You’re in. You’re out. You’re in. You’re out

You’re in.                             You’re out.

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. only things comes to mind with all this…some guy is definitely getting it on with a morbidly obese chick and so cannot tell whether he is in or out…and she has to shout to tell him…
    do tell…

  2. the emrysp says:

    co-signing with esquire here, yeah do tell….

    hi little jars

  3. Inhale says:

    @esquire; no, i wouldn’t be that mean…”morbidly obese chick”….

    its more about: you’re in. You’re out

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