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Jun 13th, 2004, 05:53 PM
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Originally Posted by Vexation
On a serious note, Mad Max is troubled youth. His cry for help is hidden deep within his joy of labeling others Fucktards.
But it is there.
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OH MAN THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD :D
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Just look at the pudgy bastard. In the metaphorical sense.
A sad, young boy, forgotten by today's society, let in the gutter so to speak.
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YEAH.
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The garbage man even turns his nose up to the youth, who is desperately clinging to his safety blanket, which has been so jizzed up from his constant state of depressed masturbation episodes, that the blanket is as stiff as a board, and as sharp as a razor.
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YEAH!
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Which he applies to himself with great effect.
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YEAH!
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Relieved, I sprawled myself out on my couch, coming to the conclusion that Shane was just messing with my head. Kurt wasn't fucking my wife. What a relief. My heard stopped pounding and my breath came back. I stopped sweating and even put my legs up on the coffee table. Suddenly, I heard the keyhole jiggle. I jumped up and ran to the closet beside the front door, closing it as the front door swung open. There they were, the two lovers, my wife Laryssa and her boyfriend, Kurt Angle.
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YOU'VE GOT HIM THERE
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Within seconds, they were making out like teenagers, her lips sucking his, his tongue attacking hers. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, which were off before I even got a chance to blink. Kurt seemed to be impatient, ripping off her bra and panties with each hand, sucking her neck and attacking her tits with his mouth. She moaned and told him to slow down, but he wasn't having any of that! He smiled at her and picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They resumed kissing as he turned around and lay her down on the couch I was just sitting in. Kurt put her down and looked down at her, making a comment about her truly being the little horny slut he knew she was. She laughed out loud and attacked his crotch, smelling it through his tear-aways. He lifted off his gold medal, made her kiss it, and placed it down on the coffee table. He lifted off his t-shirt and she attacked his chest, licking it, smelling it, sucking it. She licked his belly button, smelled his armpit, sucked his muscles and even stroked his forearm, making him beg for more. She ripped off his tear-aways and got on her knees, smelling his fat cock through his stained-white boxers. They came down slowly, making a giant, 11-inch cock land on her face. She giggled and took it in her mouth as he grabbed a handful of hair and pushed her head down on his fat member, yelling obscenities at her before taking it out of her mouth and slapping her face with it a few times. She begged for more, before I dropped the umbrella in the closet.
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Well, I think it's safe to say you're well on the way to becoming one of the FEW, the PROUD, the MOCKERS! Why, we haven't seen venom like that since back on the old boards! Keep that up and you'll be a vet in no time, my boy!
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)? Is a Dungeons and Dragons supplement when two angles equals 180 degrees in the game (haha that's a little bit of high-brow Geometry humor there).
Read more carefully fucktard! 
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