As Obama and friends journeyed across pp island they wandered into a dark forest where they saw a quant lil cottage and inside was 68 smol little fuckers packed away in every corner of the rustic blood splattered room which had a centerpiece of a huge chuck of blood clotted flesh that could only have came from a giant. Though their accommodations bleak the little dwarfs dead and alive were armed with ear to ear smile's, "Can we keep one" begged the children, Obama smiled mockingly and slapped them. After more hiking they stumbled upon a baby deer, not letting this threat stand in the way of the American dream Obama let off a hunid round n shot em in da shit.
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a sexy story by bob
Romanceno little children, if you read it and ur a little one you will die
