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Donald Duck had a universal desire. You see, he had a really big hard-on, and was looking for a lady duck to help him take care of it. He went to his friend, Pluto, but Pluto could not help him. However, Pluto suggest they look for Bosco---someone known for being able to procure and provide oval office. Bosco was able to introduce Donald to another duck dressed in fine clothing. When this duck turned around, Donald was amazed to see that "she" had a hard-on nearly as large as his. Rather than be disgusted, Donald decided to sate his urge and hit that mallard pussy. However, Donald refused to suck his partner off. That was just too much for poor Donald to handle.
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Jun 9, 2017 02:49
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i ve been only talking to the devil in my head for about 20 years now, since the beginning ive been giving him nothing but bad lines
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Jun 9, 2017 02:59
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Once upon a time, there was a woman named Faust. She made a deal with an evil overlord in order to create an ambitious show. It would be one that told tales of adventure, while teaching the positive messages of friendship in a fantasy land. She hoped that her sacrifice would be outweighed by the good her creation would provide. She set out to make her magnum opus, and was surprised at how popular it became. For a moment, she forgot that she had made a demonic bargain in order to make her dream come true. However, the splendor of success soon grew dim under the tarnish of what her show had inspired. Dregs from the depths of the Internet had glommed onto her show, twisting her creation into a perverse masturbatory fantasy of man mating with beast. When she saw what she had wrought, she gnashed her teeth, tore out her hair, and gouged out her eyes. She disappeared from creation, wandering the wastes in a self-imposed penance for having given birth to My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.
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Jun 9, 2017 03:05
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His life drawing to a close, he lays on his death bed surrounded by the trappings of wealth. A life spent fighting his way to the top, building his media empire. His abode a monument to his success. A modern day castle. But for all his wealth and power he is alone. His servants and nurses tending to his final days, but no family or friends wait by his bedside. His aged and weak body failing, he reflexively clutches an old doll, its features long since worn from constant handling, unrecognizable. As he breathes his last breath, his hand goes limp, dropping the sexually ambiguous doll to the floor.and he utters his final word..., "Shmorky"......
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Jun 9, 2017 23:40
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