heavyflo

"Political-Correctness" is fascism for pussies.

When you gonna buy me a canned ham?
When you gonna buy me?
When you gonna satisfy me?

When you gonna buy me a canned ham?
When you gonna buy me?
When you gonna satisfy me?

She was coughing up gizzards.
Her flesh was peeling in strange places.
There was a strange disharge.
And sharp pains everywhere.
She had bumps in her neck.
That hurt if you touched them.
And one in her armpit.
Turning black through the skin.
Her teeth were going bad.
She had lost a few in back.
When she smiled real big.
Which was rare.
You could...
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Can you decode the secret message?

We invited "Dog" over for some fun out of boredom and to see just how far we could go. He was a fucking goon. 6ft 7in tall, wearing that terrible dildo mask. It had to go.
He was wearing a long raincoat which we violentley yanked off of his body the second the door slammed shut. Go figure. He was wearing the ugliest brown spandex...
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We invited "Dog" over for some fun out of boredom and to see just how far we could go. He was a fucking goon. 6ft 7in tall, wearing that terrible dildo mask. It had to go.
He was wearing a long raincoat which we violentley yanked off of his body the second the door slammed shut. Go figure. He was wearing the ugliest brown spandex...
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Yaaay! Anither tweeker roundup took place last Saturday at the bottom of a deserted road in Welches Oregon.
There was quite a turnout since the weather had been pretty nice all week. Old habits die hard.
First we had the wet t-shirt contest. Several emaciated gals lined up onto a peice of plywood we had tossed in the mud as a makeshift stage. We blasted...
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I remember choking on milk while watching "Little House on the Prarie". Daniels brother was fucking his girlfriend in the next room. Her fake orgasmic shrieks were ruining my high. The entire house shook. A plant fell off the top of the television.
She looked like a little brown turd. Frumpy clothes, mousy brown hair, and a mouthfull of crooked, misplaced teeth. She stumbled through...
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Up for three days and not feeling nearly like himself. He had been in the basment with HER. Dogface. The little 19 year old drug lord that still bore the facial scars of an early childhood dog mauling. Her left eye was a milky orb partially covered with scar tissue. Blind.
SHE had been in and out all day. Leaving him locked in a room,...
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