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Once the moon turned me into a hairy vagina (Pimple) by horus8

And I fucked the entired universe because I didn't know any butter, and then, one day I had a revelution. It was the moon's fault, so I set out to destruct the moon, but instead I only succeeded in scuffing my new shoes, and losing my skirte, and muddying up my recollection of up. So I cried, and I cried, then I died, than I killed myself, and blamered you and the MOON! Why? What did I eber do to you?

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 26-Jan-04/2:51 PM
I should say not. In my youth, I was fond of a certain rope swing, until one day my hands slid all the way down it, removing most of the skin and replacing it with a yellow ooze. Yes, you may scoff -- indeed, laugh at the old man and his crippled, withered hands. But can you order an Irish coffee at two A.M. and have it delivered to your room? No. No. I can.




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