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He stood firm and proud, placing his slimy member gently onto the crotch-doily. The judges drifted past, one by one, each stopping briefly, yet thoroughly to examine him. Tragically, his nerves gave out at the moment of
penetration, there was a horrid sucking oise, akin to the sound made when loosing a welly in deep mud. It excited her, the sound of
the great horn of Lord Archer and his merry wenches. This probably wasn't the right way to go about a coup, but how was he supposed to know?
To make matters worse, they had secretly removed his buttocks
and created a orafice in the center if his forehead, he loved his new anus and most importantly it suited his personality as a "shithead"
This was unfortuntae as he had only just come to terms with the nickname he had been lumbered with in school - No One Likes You Smelly Head Funny Clothes Social Leper WE HATE YOU - and this new moniker was liable to push him over the edge. He switched on
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