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As a kid my mother gave me enemas. When I

  • As a kid my mother gave me enemas. When I broke into the womens dorm and gave my first victim an enema the 'enema bandit' was born. The press and Zappa song made me famous.
  • One day I watched the episode on Seinfeld when Kramer needs an enema.It was so funny yet so freaky(even for me) that the "enema bandit" died that instant,and I became
  • instead the "Enema Eliminator." I would never again stand by and watch as a fellow man receives Reverse Water Torture in the name of "medical science;" no, I would make sure
  • that if they were violated like that, it would be in the name of "fetishistic pleasure." I wrote an article about it on my blog, and assumed that the rest would work itself out.
  • I felt disgusted. Closing my laptop, I looked out the window and lamented my voyeuristic existence. Those images were burned into my brain, leaving me no
  • refuge. How could I ever return to Chatroulette again? My freakin' mother! It just wasn't right. Just typing that made me throw up in my mouth a bit. Still, I had a job to do
  • and the customers coming into Wal Mart needed to be greeted. So I said, "hello" and "good morning." A piece of corn chowder was perched on my lip, but
  • that wasn't the saltiest residue there. I'd had to perform some pretty unsavory tasks in order to land the cherry position of WalMart greeter and I could feel the cold stares of my
  • fellow Wal-Mart employees glaring at me, wondering what hideous obscenities I must have performed to land this most coveted job position. "What?" I sputtered. "All I did was...
  • " and I shut up real quick, as I realised that what I had done to get the position wasn't politically correct. After all I was the King of sddsfsdfdas

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