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The End! (Other) by ARTIE Twisted,
fisted,
rambling drunk falls,
Sees dark angels on the wall.
Cold,
and naked,
his lifeblood stopped,
"One small glass!", his last call!
Up the ladder:
Office Blues
Down the ladder:
Confessor's Nightcap
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.75
Posted: July 15, 2002 2:48 PM PDT; Last modified: July 15, 2002 2:48 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.201706 Overall Rank: 4531 Comments:
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 62.190.174.80
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15-Jul-02/4:04 PM
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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...
Pops flip the flask often i take itC
You speak of fisting in jest? I'll thank you to take fisting as seriously as any other kind of sexual intercourse.
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
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