There comes a point in every person's life either multiple times, or, in rare scenarios, only once, in which you are aquainted with a task; an extreme struggle. And as I would soon find out, this extreme [task] would indeed be the greatest and most painful exertion of my life: My timing couldn't possibly be any worse than it'd already become. To think about my ever-decreasing course was to commit suicide. The clock was ticking; laughing at me...the content of the padded-seat was getting to me; the final stage of relaxation. With a thrust of anger I distustingly let out all of my fury and rage: the sound of a sharp inner-ripping and the painful squeal of my voice were all I could hear. Alas, relief. The task was completed. I looked down into the toilet bowl before whiping my newly-torn anus with my toilet-water doomed buttocks--DAMN! That's some BIGASS SHIT! |
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Or for anything. Anytime. |
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And if you see his form in your product, it's a quadruple score. But only if he's got the pipe. LS |
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