[FFFFFFFFF. That is unexpected. Comical now that he knows he didn't drop the network device on the floor of the men's room. Naturally he's got to match this picture except he's got matching skin tones. Oh well. If this picture is sent with others then maybe it'll be like a Where's Waldo scenario.]
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dont know got nothing better to do til noon
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got 30 mins for lunch. had taco at bar. not hungry though.
[Have a picture with the camera on a tie, a collar, a neck with a chin and mouth above that.]
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[Have a similar angle except there's no t-shirt to cover up that neckline.]
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[Oh look, someone's hand on someone's dick, except the dick is white and the hand is black. Oops this time it's not Freddy's pic.]
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this.
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[Too hot for his own good. It was unexpected too.]
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[As though it's someone else. Haha. That response does swell a guy's...ego.]
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[Somehow Freddy manages to get himself a back shot, showing off part of his rear and the slightly obscured precious unit hanging between his thighs.]
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[That means you, Larry Dimick.]
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