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and haha, you puked after that shit. LAME.

 

yeah, i heard about this vid on the radio, so i figured i would check it out when i got home, so im eating some food getting ready to watch the vid, first 5 seconds was all i could take, next thing i know im caughing and a few chunks came out.

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I'm going to go find some breakfast, I will come back and post a thread about what I find in my refridgerator.

 

I will more than likely watch television while I eat, I will take notes then come post a thread about what I saw on the talking picture box.

Rate commercials.

Brief over-views on whatever episode of Metalocalypse I decide to watch.

 

After that, I will probably smoke a cigarette.

There quite possibly could be some action going down in the back yard.

Squirrel fights.

Birds eating out of the feeders.

Real hood shit.

I'll be sure to tell you dudes about that as well.

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Inhale.

 

Take in as much air as you can. This story should last about as long as you can hold your breath, and then just a little bit longer. So listen as fast as you can.

 

A friend of mine, when he was 13 years old he heard about "pegging." This is when a guy gets banged up the butt with a dildo. Stimulate the prostate gland hard enough, and the rumor is you can have explosive hands-free orgasms. At that age, this friend's a little sex maniac. He's always jonesing for a better way to get his rocks off. He goes out to buy a carrot and some petroleum jelly. To conduct a little private research. Then he pictures how it's going to look at the supermarket checkout counter, the lonely carrot and petroleum jelly rolling down the conveyer belt toward the grocery store cashier. All the shoppers waiting in line, watching. Everyone seeing the big evening he has planned.

 

So my friend, he buys milk and eggs and sugar and a carrot, all the ingredients for a carrot cake. And Vaseline.

 

Like he's going home to stick a carrot cake up his butt.

 

At home, he whittles the carrot into a blunt tool. He slathers it with grease and grinds his ass down on it. Then, nothing. No orgasm. Nothing happens except it hurts.

 

Then, this kid, his mom yells it's supper time. She says to come down, right now.

 

He works the carrot out and stashes the slippery, filthy thing in the dirty clothes under his bed.

 

After dinner, he goes to find the carrot, and it's gone. All his dirty clothes, while he ate dinner, his mom grabbed them all to do laundry. No way could she not find the carrot, carefully shaped with a paring knife from her kitchen, still shiny with lube and stinky.

 

This friend of mine, he waits months under a black cloud, waiting for his folks to confront him. And they nev¬er do. Ever. Even now that he's grown up, that invisible carrot hangs over every Christmas dinner, every birthday party. Every Easter egg hunt with his kids, his parents' grandkids, that ghost carrot is hovering over all of them. That something too awful to name.

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