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Four words at a time story: starring spudcon
Spudcon jumped down from
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the pizza oven where
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he toasted his nuts
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which he marinated in
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extra-virgin olive oil.
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Virgins, while scarce, still
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seem attracted to oil.
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He gently wiped...
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FOUR words. Leerooooooy Jenkins!
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(ok, dickhead)
He gently wiped his... |
oil-coated, roasted balls
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upon the sleeping forehead
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of his greatest nemesis,
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Flint, who liked it.
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"You sons of bitches!"
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he mumbled feebly, inviting...
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spudcon to try again.
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It just so happened
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Flint's COCK was erect
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so Spud ran away.
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Then Spudcon came back.
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With an open mouth
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and a rubber held
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LJ's bag of assholes
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open to the skies.
(pay attention, that barely made sense) |
Now, spudcon had him
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a huuuuuuuge erection which
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pointed the way toward
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the envy of everyone
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on a yearly basis
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except leapyear when it
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can't handle four words
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but it can handle
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the most difficult story
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about spudcons cock puppet
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Spudcon awoke, covered in
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nubile naked nymphomaniac women
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all on quaaludes. But
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they had enough sense
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to know that they
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might be doomed to
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unbearable sexual ecstacy if
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they slithered over spud's...
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Spud's 63 Plymouth Valiant
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with T-dub in back
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covered in honey and
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in a Gimp mask
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to preserve his identity
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but it didn't work
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for there were no
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masks big enough to
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cover his unmaskable, enormous
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wart, blooming on his
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nose. These next actions
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may repulse some, but
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the kids are sleeping
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so we can continue.
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Spudcon then realized he
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had a sticky lesbian
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breathing down his neck,
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