Our Lord And Flavor savior.... Guy fieri

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watch, as he delivers you into flavortown and lays you on a bed of steamy barbecue chicken. "Eat, my child" he whispers as his snowy white tips flutter carelessly in the breeze, you scoop up a bit of the sauce putting it into your mouth. He smirks as you do, you whisper to him, "W-what is this my lord?" He strokes his erection and whispers "my little ticket to flavortown~"














I'm so sorry

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