She wore a skirt so I knew she was promiscuous.

She wore a skirt so I knew she was promiscuous. She was talking to me so the sexual tension was palpable. Like me, she was obviously thinking *When & where?* What she really
needed to know though, was how, because I currently had a party in my pants that would make what she had in mind rather challenging, As the hundred attendees got drunker and louder
there in my pants, I suddenly realized the cops had shown up with a noise ordinance complaint. Because the loud party was happening in my pants, however, they couldn't very easily
just hop into my pants to tame the music; that would be very compromising for the officers. So they came to an impasse, we compromised and I quieted down then they joined later
for a Chris party. They all died. Then, Sheva died too!
I felt so lonely, not even chocolate cake would have been able to cheer me up! The one day, when I was strolling along the river avenue I found something
close enough to chocolate cake: mud. "What a dietary swapportunity this is. I'll lose weight for sure." I ate deeply of the mud around the river until I'd made a moat. My gut
ter surrounded my apartment building. Eating all the mud had done something to me. It'd given men these barbels on my lips. I felt like crawling into the gutter and wallowing
in the filth. So I did. My barbels had taste buds. The crap tasted delicious! I ate it. Then I tasted a state representative's ankle. It was like 10,000 volt chocolate. I ate him.
His tender calves were the bests part. Never will I taste anything as delicious again in my life. Thank you, for this delightful meal. I plan to eat all the rest in your memory.

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