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Greetings!!!
So here is this yummy (goey) piece of chocolate pastry. Ummm, well I need your reactions to what you feel when you see this(imagine its all your alone& you eating it) and why do you feel so about it.
Tell me all....
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  1. the walker4 August 2008 at 13:13

    its chocolate
    its strawberry
    its cherry...

    i feel seduced
    :P

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  2. Impressionist4 August 2008 at 21:46

    delicious
    supreme
    Has a force to drive one wild
    can strike love in the heart
    A pure sign of happiness

    -I

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  3. Irony5 August 2008 at 10:26

    Calories...Calories & More Calories...

    :)

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  4. tHe_NeW_cYnIc5 August 2008 at 17:52

    @ The walker
    I know where to get it!

    @ Impressionist
    It is sheer bliss...

    @ Irony
    Calories! I know but what the heck!!!

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  5. Lucid Darkness15 August 2008 at 00:17

    I feel completely turned on that's what! :P
    Chocolate. Yummmm. Indeed!

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  6. OutofFocus24 August 2008 at 11:55

    -drool-

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