Welcome to Ross Patterson's Summer Dix Mix Tape 2018.

There's another one!

DJ Chris Tarantino. D.J. Chris! T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T

Tarantino! I'm going to be here. At night she cries, she cries while he rides his steed, a romance novel for dudes, by Ross Patterson. An extremely muscular man with calves and forearms that have more definition than Noah Webster's dictionary bust through the saloon doors of a tasteful whorehouse with a burlap sack full of gold slung over his shoulder.

The doors explode off their hinges into a shower of splinters.

The surprising thing about this muscular man is that he's lean too.

Not all rotted out like a New Jersey teenager triple stacking a month before spring break.

You can see his cock pressing hard against his jeans, almost fighting with the left pant leg mid-thigh.

It's not like the jeans are super tight or have some kind of euro cut that's just

how big his penis is. This man is me. St. James Street, James. When I'm a sh a man, I'm a shman and a bah, but I said it is why I say

but above and it's just because I'm a human lie and I don't know why I got 96 96, a gun this

a gun is 96, I got a gun is a frame

that's driving me in pain

and I don't like a ride

so wish that that to the site.

And then I won't get it because baby, I don't see scare

because I'm a creep on magg using gym world affairs. The Fair. Right. Oh, I'm a demon fly, I'm a demon fly, I still it,

fell a lie, I say, but I'm a s, I ain't it's just me

cuz I'm a undim fly. I ain't this jr't just me cool.

I'm a undipped fly.

I don't know why.

I don't know.

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