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So I screwed up the last story, screwed up bad. I realized it just as I was hitting the button but I had no control at this point. It was like some force has overtaken me and I couldn't make up my own mind. So I lit a smoke and pondered how I could f
- f - f - fuckin' get rid of my tourettes syndrome. Fuckin' Bitch! Fuck! I knew it wouldn't be long before she noticed my
left nipple was longer than my right. It was a rare birth defect, but not uncomfortable. When she saw my unusually long nipple she
would give it a nip and say, "Do you like that, Twizzler Boy? Well, do ya?" After I stopped crying, I would always answer,
stop touching my personal
moose knuckle.
