I was hospitalized. Then, Doug finally manned up and came to see me. I couldn't speak, but I hoarsely barked my commands at him; he couldn't distinctly understand what he was saying, but a lover always knows. He then rode my cock loudly as a crowd gathered outside the window and watched, cheering us on with admirable pomp and circumstance.
Douglas then told me he was too worn out for a second time, so I raped him using a plastic knife from second tier cafeteria meal. It was the least he could do after he slit my throat. I am George Smith and I'm a bad bitch.
~Stephen Rice
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RandomTHIS BE YE TALE OF THE SWAG CULT AT SCHOOL AND THEIR SWAVVY ADVENTURES
