Bob Duncan- My Life

Bob Duncan- My Life

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Bob Duncan, The reason i live, The reason i breathe, The person who keeps me alive. The man who has changed my life for the better. I walk outside, I think of Bob Duncan. I take a shower, I think of Bob Duncan. I eat, I think of Bob Duncan. I don't eat, I think of Bob Duncan. No matter what i do, Bob Duncan comes to my mind. I worship Bob Duncan. I would give my life, to meet Bob Duncan. The way he exterminates those bugs. It makes me jealous of Amy. It makes me want to kill her. It makes me want to kill myself. Bob Duncan is perfect. His bald head is worth more than a diamond to me. It makes me loose it. It makes me order an internet prostitute to dress up as Bob Duncan. Bob Duncan for president 2025.
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