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Sorry about last chapter (no I'm not(I love you(up yours))). My name is Tittyfuck (My parents really fucking hated me). I spend most of my days living with my side hoes Nic, Tanner, Amet, Zach, and my main hoe, Abby. We like to spend our time killing squirrels and shit because there's not much to do in this small town. like, there's not even fucking drug dealers, so we can't even do bad things. But anyways, every Wednesday night we have a satanic ritual and fuck each other violently. Like I'm not talking any regular orgy, we have swords that we shove in each others asses. shit is lit son. But this story doesn't start on a Wednesday night, it starts on this chapter dumb ass. but anyway, It was a sunny afternoon, and I had just gotten out of my morning fap session (I slept in and had to catch up) Tanner was watching TV with a blank face. I came up behind him and cock slapped really hard, Like REALLY hard. 

"DUDE WHAT THE FUCK" he yelled as an unfinished noose fell out of his hands.

"It's just a prank bro" I say running away from his school shooting gun. 

Nic saw Tanner pointing the gun at me and slapped Tanner really hard.

"TANNER IF YOU'RE NOT GONNA USE IT TO SHOOT UP A FUCKING SCHOOL DON'T USE IT AT ALL."

Tanner sighed and put it away. He got up and walked to his bedroom, slammed the door and screamed as if he was in a hentai.

"Where's Amet?" I ask looking around for him. Amet and I go way back. We first met when I was masturbating on a dead puppy and he wanted to join in. We've been friends ever since.

"Tanner wanted some bleach to drink so he ran to the store" Zach said, while polishing his vibrator. Nic came up from behind and grabbed my ass and gave it a nice pinch. I squealed but It felt nice after my nice fap session. Abby walked in with a frown on her face.

"Whats your problem?" asked Nic while sticking his hand in his ass.

"He's coming" she says in an angry voice

"Who is?" I ask with a concerned voice. but before she can reply there is a depressing little knock at the door.

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