If your on a Doughnut Polka

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Round and round you dance in merry celebration.

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Drinking, clanking and drinking again and again from large flagons of beer.

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Hearty doughnuts heaped on trays covered in coarse sugar, glazed sugar, carmel ooze, and she-goat crotchberry jelly goo.

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Thick soft breasts spill out of german bar-maid dresses. Splashes of beer froth trickle down to be lost in ample cleavage. The dance is dizzying.

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Now you are coming around the inner part of the doughnut. You are lost in a unifed ether experience.

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Hearty doughnuts heaped on trays covered in coarse sugar, glazed sugar, carmel ooze, and she-goat crotchberry jelly goo.