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Kevin was walking around in the forest. He was looking for a place to do some drugs. He suddenly came across an old and adbandoned cabin, shed-like, thing in the woods. Ah! Shack is the word I'm looking for. He went inside, and decided it was a perfect place to make a meth lab! He sat down and took out his drugz. He started smoking his marijuana joints. In two weeks, he had cooked his first batch of meth. He was so happy. He invited a lot of immoral friends over for a prostitute party. A prostitute party is a party in which prostitutes have sex with the party guests. Kevin had a hooker suck his hard cock. He moaned, "I'm cumming" as he spurted his semen down her whorish throat. Then two racoons came in. One was male, and the other was female. Kevin then fucked the female racoon in the vagina. The racoon squeeled in pleasure. Kevin was grunting with each thrust. The other party guests looked at Kevin, and were aroused by his display of beastality. This made them fuck the prostitutes harder. Kevin moaned, "Ah Yeeeeaaaah" as he jizzed into the racoon's womb. Kevin then started to suck the male racoon's racoon dick. The racoon cummed his racoon semen into Kevin's mouth. Kevin savored the taste, and swallowed it all. Hoan Vegars drove to the shack on his dirt bike. This dirt bike was painted like the Confederate flag. Hoan got off it. He was wearing a red and black plad flannel shirt, Wrangler Boot Cut jeans with a simple brown leather belt. This belt just had a normal kind of buckle. Hoan also had black Ariat Tombstone western boots on. Hoan carried a jerry can filled with gasoline. He proceded to pour it all over and around the shack. Kevin moaned as the raccoons and a prostitute lick his balls and cock. One Another prostitute licked up his ass hole. Kevin was also doing meth, and was in his own sick twisted verision of Heavan. Hoan walked backwards from the front door of the shack, pouring the remanding gasoline out into a line. Hoan then tossed the empty can to the side. He then took out a mach book. He lit a match, and dropped it into the gas trail. The gas quickly ignited, and set the shack alflame. The fiery inferno killed all those who dwelt within. Hoan then put the matchbook in his pocket, got on the dirt bike, and drove away. The End.

Kevin was walking around in the forest. He was looking for a place to do some drugs. He suddenly came across an old and adbandoned cabin, shed-like, thing in the woods. Ah! Shack is the word I'm looking for. He went inside, and decided it was a perfect place to make a meth lab! He sat down and took out his drugz. He started smoking his marijuana joints. In two weeks, he had cooked his first batch of meth. He was so happy. He invited a lot of immoral friends over for a prostitute party. A prostitute party is a party in which prostitutes have sex with the party guests. Kevin had a hooker suck his hard cock. He moaned, "I'm cumming" as he spurted his semen down her whorish throat. Then two racoons came in. One was male, and the other was female. Kevin then fucked the female racoon in the vagina. The racoon squeeled in pleasure. Kevin was grunting with each thrust. The other party guests looked at Kevin, and were aroused by his display of beastality. This made them fuck the prostitutes harder. Kevin moaned, "Ah Yeeeeaaaah" as he jizzed into the racoon's womb. Kevin then started to suck the male racoon's racoon dick. The racoon cummed his racoon semen into Kevin's mouth. Kevin savored the taste, and swallowed it all. Hoan Vegars drove to the shack on his dirt bike. This dirt bike was painted like the Confederate flag. Hoan got off it. He was wearing a red and black plad flannel shirt, Wrangler Boot Cut jeans with a simple brown leather belt. This belt just had a normal kind of buckle. Hoan also had black Ariat Tombstone western boots on. Hoan carried a jerry can filled with gasoline. He proceded to pour it all over and around the shack. Kevin moaned as the raccoons and a prostitute lick his balls and cock. One Another prostitute licked up his ass hole. Kevin was also doing meth, and was in his own sick twisted verision of Heavan. Hoan walked backwards from the front door of the shack, pouring the remanding gasoline out into a line. Hoan then tossed the empty can to the side. He then took out a mach book. He lit a match, and dropped it into the gas trail. The gas quickly ignited, and set the shack alflame. The fiery inferno killed all those who dwelt within. Hoan then put the matchbook in his pocket, got on the dirt bike, and drove away.

Kevin was walking around in the forest. He was looking for a place to do some drugs. He suddenly came across an old and adbandoned cabin, shed-like, thing in the woods. Ah! Shack is the word I'm looking for. He went inside, and decided it was a perfect place to make a meth lab! He sat down and took out his drugz. He started smoking his marijuana joints. In two weeks, he had cooked his first batch of meth. He was so happy. He invited a lot of immoral friends over for a prostitute party. A prostitute party is a party in which prostitutes have sex with the party guests. Kevin had a hooker suck his hard cock. He moaned, "I'm cumming" as he spurted his semen down her whorish throat. Then two racoons came in. One was male, and the other was female. Kevin then fucked the female racoon in the vagina. The racoon squeeled in pleasure. Kevin was grunting with each thrust. The other party guests looked at Kevin, and were aroused by his display of beastality. This made them fuck the prostitutes harder. Kevin moaned, "Ah Yeeeeaaaah" as he jizzed into the racoon's womb. Kevin then started to suck the male racoon's racoon dick. The racoon cummed his racoon semen into Kevin's mouth. Kevin savored the taste, and swallowed it all. Hoan Vegars drove to the shack on his dirt bike. This dirt bike was painted like the Confederate flag. Hoan got off it. He was wearing a red and black plad flannel shirt, Wrangler Boot Cut jeans with a simple brown leather belt. This belt just had a normal kind of buckle. Hoan also had black Ariat Tombstone western boots on. Hoan carried a jerry can filled with gasoline. He proceded to pour it all over and around the shack. Kevin moaned as the raccoons and a prostitute lick his balls and cock. One Another prostitute licked up his ass hole. Kevin was also doing meth, and was in his own sick twisted verision of Heavan. Hoan walked backwards from the front door of the shack, pouring the remanding gasoline out into a line. Hoan then tossed the empty can to the side. He then took out a mach book. He lit a match, and dropped it into the gas trail. The gas quickly ignited, and set the shack alflame. The fiery inferno killed all those who dwelt within. Hoan then put the matchbook in his pocket, got on the dirt bike, and drove away.
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2014-07-22 17:34:48
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2014-06-03 05:59:00
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2014-04-19 21:37:03
I never read this idiots rubbish, only the comments. that's the only part which makes sense.

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2014-01-08 22:31:19
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2014-01-08 22:31:17
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