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The original definitely delivered more of a shock value. Nice try though. Shoulda been an 18 year-old with minor learning impairment but not so much as to be unable to give consent... but that would take too much effort to get through... *sigh* Moose
[color:"black"]If the Army and the Navy ever gaze on Heaven's scenes, They will find the streets are guarded by United States Marines.[/color]
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it was a once in a life time post we will all miss it =(. Oh well it was little too wrong to stay around though.
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wtf.....an orgasm? I think not
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My friend Troy has a sister who has (a loose snatch). She's 4 years younger than me, although you'd never know by looking at her. (Im 21) I've always been real nice when she picks up the phone or I go over there to hang out. He's already told me that she thinks I'm nice, something she doesn't think about most boys that come over there. Cut to Monday night. We all have Tuesday off for Veteran's day, so Troy and I are over at his house (he still lives with his parents) playing some Xbox. His sister is in the room (reading cosmo) and occasionally watching the screen as we played. Troy's mom is out running some errands; I think she was at her mother's house. The phone rings at about 8, and it's Troy's mom, Victoria. She tells Jessica (Troy's sister) that her car has broken down and needs Troy to take a look at it. Troy, being a car mechanic leaves to go check out the car, and asked me to (keep an eye on jessica) while he was gone, since she gets really upset by cars (she was raped and triple gang banged in a hummer) I agree, and he leaves. I didn't really know what to do to entertain her, so I just sat around and kind of fucked around, and would occasionally talk to her. For the most part, she sat there and played with her (vibrator). I was sitting at the computer working on an essay for an Archaeology class when she asked me the following: "What are doing Mike?" "Oh, I'm typing a paper for a class." ("Looks like your stressed out!") "Yep, it's pretty important." She trailed off for a minute, and I resumed typing. About 5 minutes later, she spoke again. "Mike, I know (donkey punch)" - I was taken back. What do I say to her? Do I lie, do I acknowledge that she "knows"(donkey punch)?? "Um, I'm not sure if we should talk about that, Jessica." "(Try it with me, its soo good)" "Jessica, we really shouldn't talk about this..." "Will you try with me?" I didn't know what to do. I was sitting there, with my mouth half opened and I'm sure there was a puddle of drool forming on the carpet pretty fast. She asked again. "(Will you do me from behind and punch me in the back of the head, you are so hot Mike)" Fuck. Fucksticks. Fucking fuckersticks from planet fuck. I'm getting hit on by a (donkey punching) girl. What the fuck do I do? Yeah, I fucked her. It was her first time, and she bled. It was not pleasant, and she wailed near the end, I guess an orgasm. When we were done I went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and cried. I fixed up myself and made sure she was alright. Then I went back to my essay while she did god knows what. I didn't care, I still don't. A wave of apathy crashed upon me. Troy showed up about 10 minutes later, and I quickly excused myself to go home. I went home and cried myself to sleep on my pillow, accompanied by the horrible imagery which will haunt me to my grave. I woke up yesterday to the phone ringing, at about 7:30. Most people know to leave me alone at 7:30 when I'm not working, but I rolled over to see the caller ID. I looked down at it, saw it was Troy's house, and answered. "Hey Mike, I need to, um well...ask you about...uh...something." Me, suddenly awake, "Uh yeah, what's up?" "Well, last night after I brought my mom home, Jessica was acting strangely." "Oh, how do you mean?" "There was blood dripping down her leg." "What the fuck?" "Yeah, that's what we thought, too. We are trying to figure out what happened. Do you know anything?" "No man, I don't. That's pretty fucked up. Say, I got to go because my breakfast is burning." "Alright Mike, I'll talk to you later." What should I do!?? Confess to him and his mom about Jessica, keep my mouth shut? Threaten her with violence if she talks?
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My friend Troy has a sister who has (AIDS). She's 4 years younger than me, although you'd never know by looking at her. (Im 12) I've always been real nice when she picks up the phone or I go over there to hang out. He's already told me that she thinks I'm nice, something she doesn't think about most boys that come over there. Cut to Monday night. We all have Tuesday off for Veteran's day, so Troy and I are over at his house (He Constantly masturbates on his cat) playing some Xbox. His sister is in the room (stretching her anus for a movie she is doing next week) and occasionally watching the screen as we played. Troy's mom is out running some errands; I think she was at her mother's house. The phone rings at about 8, and it's Troy's mom, Victoria. She tells Jessica (that she should have had an abortion and) that her car has broken down and needs Troy to take a look at it. Troy, being a car mechanic leaves to go check out the car, and asked me to (not fuck his sister) while he was gone, since she gets really upset by cars (Since she is only slightly retarded, not fully down syndrome like her father) I agree, and he leaves. I didn't really know what to do to entertain her, so I just sat around and kind of fucked around, and would occasionally talk to her. For the most part, she sat there and played with her (Butt plug). I was sitting at the computer working on an essay for an Archaeology class when she asked me the following: "What are doing Mike?" "Oh, I'm typing a paper for a class." ("You stink like a taco, you must be sweating like a pig") "Yep, it's pretty important." She trailed off for a minute, and I resumed typing. About 5 minutes later, she spoke again. "Mike, I know (about Space Docking)" - I was taken back. What do I say to her? Do I lie, do I acknowledge that she "knows"(about taking a shit in a girls pussy)?? "Um, I'm not sure if we should talk about that, Jessica." "(If you never did it before you should try it with me, it only itches for a week)" "Jessica, we really shouldn't talk about this..." "Will you try with me?" I didn't know what to do. I was sitting there, with my mouth half opened and I'm sure there was a puddle of drool forming on the carpet pretty fast. She demands again. "(Shit in my Cunt Faggot)" Fuck. Fucksticks. Fucking fuckersticks from planet fuck. I'm getting hit on by a (Angry, Retard) girl. What the fuck do I do? Yeah, I fucked her. It was her first time, and she bled. It was not pleasant, and she wailed near the end, I guess an orgasm. When we were done I went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and cried. I fixed up myself and made sure she was alright. Then I went back to my essay while she did god knows what. I didn't care, I still don't. A wave of apathy crashed upon me. Troy showed up about 10 minutes later, and I quickly excused myself to go home. I went home and cried myself to sleep on my pillow, accompanied by the horrible imagery which will haunt me to my grave. I woke up yesterday to the phone ringing, at about 7:30. Most people know to leave me alone at 7:30 when I'm not working, but I rolled over to see the caller ID. I looked down at it, saw it was Troy's house, and answered. "Hey Mike, I need to, um well...ask you about...uh...something." Me, suddenly awake, "Uh yeah, what's up?" "Well, last night after I brought my mom home, Jessica was acting strangely." "Oh, how do you mean?" "There was blood dripping down her leg." "What the fuck?" "Yeah, that's what we thought, too. We are trying to figure out what happened. Do you know anything?" "No man, I don't. That's pretty fucked up. Say, I got to go because my breakfast is burning." "Alright Mike, I'll talk to you later." What should I do!?? Confess to him and his mom about Jessica, keep my mouth shut? Threaten her with violence if she talks? Edited for grammar
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This just keeps getting better and better hah.
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