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Oh this song makes me absolutely swoon. My Francis and I used to dance and dance and dance to this. Then he would rub his rough, manly hands all over my supple body until I quivered in ecstasy. Until he became a no good Nancy boy gallivanting around town with that Jezebel Anita! Still frosts my cookies.
I have learned two things about you thus far, Ma'am. One is that you are a lady of considerable humors.
The other is that, perhaps due to a fastidious nature paradoxical in one of such exocrine proclivities ... is that you prefer your cookies be free of frosting.

There is a procedure for getting your cookies unfrosted, but it is rather intimate and the details are far too graphic for publishing on a site like this, rife with delicate and inflammable sensibilities.

But be assured, a remedy exists for your particular conundrum. Also, there are many fine young men ... and the occasional fine young woman ... who are both skilled and willing. I will confess to you having daydreamt about their frosting removal services. Make room on the swooning bench.
 
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