Robert De Niro's mole: Difference between revisions

I looked out my bedroom window. There he was. Robert De Niro was waiting, talking Italian. He was not talking to anyone else, he simply stood there, talking Italian. "''Forza la medici de la padre de la mole''" he repeated, over and over. I crept down the stairs on all four, I was too frightened to walk. Drool was left on every other step.

As I got to my two feet, I saw Robert De Niro's silhouette through the thick glass of the door at the end of the hallway. I walked towards the door, licked my fingers, and slowly turned the doorknob. The door flung open, and light filled the room. As I adjusted my eyesight, Robert De Niro was standing in a superman pose, naked. His massive, wrinkly old cock slowly waving in the summer breeze. It was dead silent.

[[File:Robert-deniro-2.jpg|thumb|Robert De Niro's mole can be seen to the lef.]]The next I knew I woke up in bed. It had all been a dream. I looked out my bedroom window, there was no Robert De Niro. Relieved I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Only, I had no teeth. My face had turned into a giant hyper realistic mole.

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