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| You let your juices flow. Ahh that was sure nice! Then you look down and realize that Paul Walker's pants have been wet all night, and you vaguley recall the familiar stench of pee eminating from his trousers. Trousers? You just remembered, it's not Paul Walker you love, it's Chris Trousdale. But screw it, Paul Walker is hot and you'll have a lot of fun pissing yourselves together when you get old and can't control your bladders anymore. | ||||||
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