Guilty pleasure

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"Oh fuck" i cried. " The zombies has raped my little girl, and taken her hostage." i watched the others look at me with disbelife in their eyes. I started to cry and banged my self on the head. My friend, Tom, Who i once had a awkward anal sex encounter with, walked up to me and slapped me on the butt. "Get real, and start working!" he yelled. Then i understood. I was in my cubicle at work. No zombies. No daughter. everything is fine.

When i got home, my mother was waiting for me. It was my turn to help her get the tampon in. Everytime i help her, i always manage to rub against her g spot, and you know how she gets then. Suddenly i have to finish her off orally, but when she has never gotten a bikini wax, i cough up a lot of hair balls, but again i collect hair balls, so my collection gets larger almost everyday. i went up to my room, to molest my cat and the kid i found the other day. Just the same old kind of molesting. Putting diffrent things in diffrent holes and sometimes i gag them. Nothing that wasnt done to me, when i grew up. Before i go to bed, i always pray to God.




Well i little story there^^ so, everyone likes? good. Se ya later

Long time

Been a long time. and i am sorry

Everyone falls
but the truly great ones, get back up.
hmmmmm

Cheating

Is it Cheating if it is your boy/girlfriend has a split personality, and it is the other one that has sex with some one?

hm

Hmm. Work, sick roommate, and just stuff like that

The Summer is gone
All the warmth away like fly
cold and lonely here

Hmm

Hungry, maybe a little sad and done with Christmas presents.

English

Hey hey Hallo everybody and a merry Christmas too all^^

You will not get a story just now, maybe later today, but not yet. I just cant manage to write one, but maybe a poem or a Haiku will get you going until you can gaze upon my glorious writings. One day, when i am dead but not forgotten, they will publish my blog, in a book and sell it on an auction for charity. But i am not dead yet, so i better just write.

They Came at night, suddenly
No one knew where from
Everywhere they could be found
They Ate us, and we were transformed
No one left. Just us


And i little haiku

Weird as she can be
no one really knows her yet
Never Flour No




Well this is it for know.