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After my last hangover, the vomitus grew legs and leaped up out of the toilet and attacked
his hairy areas. The mess was fantastic! Several people stood about mocking the torn shreds of flesh and comparing his mangled equipment to Jackson Pollock. That happened to me once said
, dear mother. it's been three days now, and i still havn't received that care package you said you'd send. Please, mother, master yeuhdi is scaring me and he
looks so lovely in a waistcoat and fez that I find this very confusing. 'Isn't it time we fucked off out of here?' I asked. 'No, we have to stay a while yet' she replied.
He tried his best chat up line; 'What winks and makes love like a tiger?' It would have worked if he'd winked at the same time instead he slipped rohypnol into her
dog's drinking bowl. He hated that fecking mutt and if the bugger slept all night he'd be free to have his wicked way with its owner. Trouble was, the dog wasn;t thirsty. Bugger - he thought - now I'll have to go home and have a wank instead.
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