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- Apr 17, 2005
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What do you call the driving force that compels a mature male T to load up his palps, wander across scorching desert, putting off food, butt dryin up like a raisin, risk becoming spider-jam crossing the interstate, reach the female's burrow entrance, give the drum solo of his life, even when he's not sure if he'll be her date or her dinner?
------"Tarantu-LUST"
------"Tarantu-LUST"