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The End!

by ARTIE

Member since 2002 · Posted 15 Jul 2002 · 6 comments

Twisted, fisted, rambling drunk falls, Sees dark angels on the wall. Cold, and naked, his lifeblood stopped, "One small glass!", his last call!

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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 15-Jul-02/4:04 PM Reply
Oh... oh, yes, I see. So someone told you about my fisting hobby. And what of it? You would have done the same. O Jesu what have I done...
[5] horus8 15-Jul-02/4:10 PM Reply
Pops flip the flask often i take itC
[n/a] ARTIE 15-Jul-02/4:36 PM Reply
Oh...Dark Angel, you amaze me. I really thought you had moved beyond fisting, it's so passe anymore. Oh my DOG! What have I done?
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 15-Jul-02/4:49 PM Reply
You speak of fisting in jest? I'll thank you to take fisting as seriously as any other kind of sexual intercourse.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 15-Jul-02/4:59 PM Reply
There once was a poete named ARTIE / Who fisted a girl at a party / But he got quite a fright / When he turned on the light: / His mum said she found it quite hearty
[n/a] ARTIE 15-Jul-02/5:07 PM Reply
Oh my Dog! There is cleverness in your tone! Very well....