It was a hot summer night, and I was hot and blind. I couldn't remember why I had left my bed with an erection, because I normally am spent then. I approached the light switch and felt a strange tug on my white ellesse Tshirt. I saw a small chubby hand slap my face raw. My penis dangled idly in my trousers. I thought: even better than yours, yet. . .not as imposing. My attention returned to the clock ticking with menacing tone. My dog did not like the way this whole thing was a blur. Fuck the establishment. He grabbed the razor wire which was in his asshole. Metaphorically of course and proceeded to thrash at his enemy- the small beer cans hanging from the ceiling, a fact which scared the dog but tingled my sphincter. It felt weird. Carl the attorney and lover attorney and lover, voices I hear, these were just crazy. Like that time in Thailand, when I ate, in one piece, so many commas that I shat red coloring material into the air. Ah, heroic exploits, my youth was still young, death on a cross made me tired. So instead I died on a cruise ship, which was weird because I was alright. The dawn of the mongoose dynasty came unexpectedly, which invented duck sauce. But Alex K, undoubtedly the funniest looking guy in all of Westeros, had thought of three ways to rub duck sauce onto the voluptuous but oddly shaped, yet still intriguing, back end of metaphysical reality unchained. IT'S OVER! Jesus has given a wonderful booty in the sense of the most offensive treasure trove this side of the Berlin wall to the undeserving. This proves that you should never trust Jesus with too much ham. As we know kosher bacon is bad for your male chafing and other indelicacies. However, it might result in a damn and a copious
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amount of stamina.
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amount of stamina.