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I could tell that she knew that he knew a

  • I could tell that she knew that he knew a thing or two about making stew with leftover Mountain Dew. Code Red
  • I looked over and I saw a pile of multi-colored socks and crazy patterns, none looked like a pair. I think she detected my fear of personal dishevlment, she cracked a smile and
  • cracked a beer. She said, "Look, I'm a neat freak. Cleanliness is next to godliness." She whipped me with hot towels soaked in bleach. She was a Hygienic Dominatrix. She
  • really turned me on. I was a masacist all out slob. The couch was a landscape of empty chip bags, cans of beer, beans and mixed nuts. The bleach stung good. I cried out to her for
  • more baked beans. They would staunch the flow especially if they were cold and congealed. Once the flow had subsided, she and I could get down to business and
  • cool down my reactor (if you know what I mean). I ladled the cold beans into the damaged vessel, The flow stopped and I leaned towards her, brushing back the front of my mullet.
  • I suddenly wondered why they would call a hairstyle a Mullet. It didn't look any thing like the fish by that name ,one of the ugliest fish to grace the Klamath Lakes. Luckily the
  • fish didn't seem particularly offended, and was also quite flavorful when smoked. "Not unlike some sporters of the hairstyle!" she commented slyly, when I pointed this out to her.
  • Darn, would it never stop? All the memories of my childhood flooded me... the pulling, the bullying, the jocks shaving my head to give me 'a proper heardo'. But I was not to cut my
  • nose-hairs, ever, lest I be beheaded and have my nose chopped off for apostasy. For I knew that my nose had grand ambitions, and I tried to be considerate of the people of earth.
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2011-03-15 13:06:52
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2012-02-24 22:25:01

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