Conversation Between senor rubirosa and 8060
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Backatcha, Sixty.
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Warm and fuzzy from my 8060 is the bestest stuff, man.
Ah, rubi feels reeeeal good.
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Hey, Rubi...
I was just spreading the holiday spirit. I'm all about 'love for all'. Warm & fuzzies for everybody, right?
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Ah, Mr. F., the Pelvic Miracle on 69th Street.
Just in time for Christmas.
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Ahh, Rubi...one of my faves!
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Hey u...that's a nice new nametag. U got a little shield on it and everythang...that's hot...
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Ah, good ol' 8060, the Rubester said to Himself.
The finest of my Praetorian Guards ... the hawtest, of course, the most manly, most courageous, most beyootiphul.
There was the one problem, of course. 8060 was so superb, so resplendent in his torso-huggin' armour, that Emperor Rubi could hardly concentrate on the work of the court.
And of course, the hawt and cold running bois ... the ornaments of the court ... were supposed to hang on Rubi Augustus's every word ... and in a formal way, they did ... but Rubi A. could always catch them stealing a look at the Hawt Hunk in Hauberk by Hanes standing as sentry in the corner.
It was the downer of being the beneficiary of historical accident.
The Rubester had the allegiance of the Senate, the applause of the crowds, the fealty of farflung dominions.
But there in front of him, so superb in his own skin, was one whom the Gods had profoundly kissed ... the glorious 8060, his beauty a chastisement of the puerile works of man ... eye-easy 8060, with his lean and hungry look.
Hot dang ... what a hawt dood, Rubi said.
Maybe we can book a table tonight at The ManHood.
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For your enjoyment
pleazhure.
(Let the first advertising vid ... maybe 10 seconds ... play, and then get the gold, my man.)
Hey man ... longer answer to your great poster note will come later ... the Rubester has to go back to work.
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As the members of the highest ranks in the hung society hit the scene, none step out with more class than the Senor.
His red carpet rolled out inch by inch all on its own as his golden feet took one step closer to the pedestal they all envied. To the left, he flashed his smile, bright like the most beautiful pearls found in glowing shells. To the right, he waves a slow motion pose to the flashing lights to be captured for all time. Ahead of him, he knods a humble brow to his barrel chest as they fall to their knees wishing they were him.
At the entrance of the castle, he turns and notices that his red carpet is full of diamonds that have fallen off of his back. He extends his hands as a gesture to the members for their gracious welcoming of his presence. The horn blows, the crowd simmers, and the Senor finally speaks.
"I am here. Now let's party," he states. The fireworks explode. The music starts, playing only his favorite songs and the members all dance to his beat. What a glorious, glorious night!
