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Our eyes met. As soon as she saw me, a dog began to dissect his friend for the betterment of monkeykind. Lord, it was a heavenly experience. A banana bunch shot out of her tight-as-shit rectum, and we passionately embraced. As I began to pull her shirt off right in public, suddenly I recognized those tatas. It was Jeff.
I had to think fast. I pressed the button in my liver, and my raging hard boner became a machine gun. I quickly filed the paperwork, and it was all over from there. Jeff essploded into a sixth of his normal size. Somehow I could tell it wasn't over yet, though. My good orangutan friend Jim (he's great at pyrotechnics, held my town's 4th of July last year) handed me a letter. It read "Bunny Man Bridge is a lie. You oughta skedaddle before I tell Celestia. PS: Where's my copy of Conker's Bad Fur Day? I've been looking all over for it. Can you help a bro out? - H.A."
As soon as I read the signature, I realized who it was. Happy Appy. It was long from over.
I found a shiny little dildo ring hanging on a power line like the condoms on the wires. i had to use the power of my erection to grab it, but then my dick hurt by getting forcefully pushed on my pants. Then Cockwhore chopped off my paenis. it hurt very bod.
"Oh hi you little bich."
Cockwhore turned her head like she does always because she wouldn't be able to get a massage. I punctured her with my machine dick. She died in ther bath of sorrow. I was able to collect the precious diamond dildo.
then my skele-boner popped out.
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