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This happened to me last year and I still
I called out,
By this point, I was fucking irate. I ran to the door without even bothering to pull my pants up and tripped over myself because my jeans were hindering my movement. I ripped my pants off and walked to the actual fucking door with my actual fucking penis actually fucking flopping around like keys dangling from a chain.
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When he was about two feet from me, I turned around just to see who exactly was running at me and ended up releasing my hot, sticky load all over the pale, slender figure. He put his hands over his eyes and cried out.
I ignored his pleas for help and kicked him in the dick with all the power a horny teenager could muster, which is surprisingly not that much. He let out not even as much as a moan and then proceeded to take a knife out of his back pocket, which I suspect led directly into his ass as the knife was covered in a dark liquid that looked too brown in color to be blood.
I had no knowledge of Internet Neologism Language, so these incomprehensible words shocked and appalled and aroused me. I ran away as fast as I could, praying to every god I knew of and hoping that I
I was ready to let him stab my pelvic region right then and there, but before he had a chance to, I noticed a Friendship is Magic lunchbox out of the corner of my eye, and without needing to think another thought, I grabbed the lunchbox and hit him in the side of the head, which made him bleed hyperrealisticlly. I
He died right then and there, and I used his body to make that
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