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Feb 11 09 10:36 AM

shad0w wrote:
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gawwww fuck me.


you should try listening to it by yourself on the way home from the club, as god intended. totally fucks you up.

And then something goes off in my brain, and sends an impulse to my jaw, and BAM, a thousand pounds of pressure locked in like a press. I mean, a head your size would burst like an infected kidney, and all I'd remember was how warm the juices were that lapped the back of my uvula on their trip down to stomach-land. But we're friends, right? We know each other. We know what we do, and who we talk to, and what we say to them. Now let's talk about the letter that Liquor got.