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>>25120726
Times are tough, I understand that. The Fudders are at the door and scraping the windows constantly. You have to be strong, your hands must remain solid. For that reason, I am once again affirming to you that, once we moon, you will all be invited to a grand and splendid brap buffet. This will be the highlight of the social season, and only you and your fellow elite schizos will be on the invite list. Stroll down the red carpet in your bespoke suits as the likes of Brad Pitt and Chris Evans are stiff armed into the gutter by security. Laugh at the poor as they raise their noses to catch a him of a whiff of the earthy aromas and delights inside. Drink of the milk and honey, recline on opulent chaises lounges. Laugh and consort with your peers as the gluteally gifted women of all shapes, sizes, nationalities and ethos, stride about, releasing their acoustic ass aromas. Breath deep and savor the notes of cauliflower, garlic, and sandalwood emanating from the brapbox of a shy, buxom, simple 20 year old McDonald's employee desperate to make rent this month. You won't have to imagine the smell any longer, friends, so long as your hands hold steady.

Unfortunately for our trannie cohorts, the bathrooms in the venue are for assigned gender only. A tent will be set up a safe distance away from the brap buffet for you all to seethe in.