YouKnowYouWantIt! |
06-06-2003 12:21 PM |
I feel poetic
I reach my fist towards your crotch and tightly grab your puny, one-ball nutsack. You are such a filthy homo that you scream in delight and get a sorry excuse of an erection, but your perverse pleasure soon comes to an halt as I twist your nutsack and nap it off with a swift, jerky move away from the scrawny, ugly body that it is attached to. You grovel in intense pain as the dark-red blood pumps out from between your skinny legs. As you sink towards the ground I deliver a kick into your gutts just to increase your pain, and unexpectedly your skin gives in and your whole stomach area is exposed. The air fills with an obtrusive, disugusting stench as your internal organs struggle to escape from your body and land on the filthy ground. You collapse into intense pain and scream out for God to take you, and I enjoy it! I grin down upon the disgusting sight that is you, you skanky homo! My laughter fills the air as you twirls in pain, and I offer you a final grace in the form of a fist-sized piece of gooey snot aimed towards your fear-ridden, crying eyes. I leave your carcus behind and pray to God to let you grovel in your pathetic pain for another hour or two before he judge you to an eternal existance in hell.
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