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I used to work with this chic named Heidi (sorry if you read this, you nasty whore) and she was seeing this guy who was like 400+ lbs. His one fist was the size of both of my hands fisted together. Scott used to tell us about how he would fist her almost up to his elbow, because when he fucked her, she was sooo loose she couldnt get off. So everytime the girl would walk past me (which is horrible, since I was the assistant manager) I would drop change or my keys on the floor. Phil (the manager) would say "Heidi I think you dropped something" and we'd laugh. I just don't get the whole fisting concept... WHY would ANYONE WANT that? or NEED IT!?!? Are they fucking road cones? How do you "work" up to something like that?
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