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    go … add … please

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    I have added in the past, just a few posts down. I thought maybe some one else might wanna take a stab at it! :)

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    KISS’d by Sigler. Honored recipient of the 2009 “Iron Man” Award.
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    You can just bump and leave!
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    Hmm, can there be more added….me thinks so!

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    KISS’d by Sigler. Honored recipient of the 2009 “Iron Man” Award.
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     It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! 

       Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got tomother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
        The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. 
       The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn’t confess his real intentions.
        A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny.  AAAAh, yes Flashback….Houston.…pubcrawl…nachos… Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen. The Blood Squad was born! But it was only Thursday. Damn, I was one day early! We had to leave there before the other Nocturnals came. Quicky, before anyone noticed, I removed my disguise and let my true face be exposed like a midnight flasher.

                                      

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     It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! 

       Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got tomother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
        The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. 
       The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn’t confess his real intentions.
        A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny.  AAAAh, yes Flashback….Houston.…pubcrawl…nachos… Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen. The Blood Squad was born! But it was only Thursday. Damn, I was one day early! We had to leave there before the other Nocturnals came. Quicky, before anyone noticed, I removed my disguise and let my true face be

     

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this!
       Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
        The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder.
       The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn’t confess his real intentions.
        A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny.  AAAAh, yes Flashback….Houston.…pubcrawl…nachos… Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen. The Blood Squad was born! But it was only Thursday. Damn, I was one day early! We had to leave there before the other Nocturnals came. Quicky, before anyone noticed, I removed my disguise and

    *I am the Rear Admiral but Sigler gives the Orders*

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    That was great!  And more than mildly disturbing. 

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this!
       Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
        The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder.
       The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn’t confess his real intentions.
        A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny.  AAAAh, yes Flashback….Houston.…pubcrawl…nachos… Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen. The Blood Squad was born! But it was only Thursday. Damn, I was one day early! We had to leave there before the other Nocturnals came. Quicky, before anyone noticed I

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this!
       Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
        The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder.
       The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn’t confess his real intentions.
        A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny.  AAAAh, yes Flashback….Houston.…pubcrawl…nachos… Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen. The Blood Squad was born! But it was only Thursday. Damn, I was one day early! We had to leave there before the other Nocturnals came.

    G-Man

    "Why didn’t you stay in the car?"

    "It’s never safe in the car!"

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this!
       Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
        The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder.
       The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn’t confess his real intentions.
        A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny.  AAAAh, yes Flashback….Houston.…pubcrawl…nachos… Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen. The Blood Squad was born! But it was only Thursday. Damn, I was one day early! We had to leave there

    "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!"

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     It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this!
       Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
        The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder.
       The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn’t confess his real intentions.
        A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny.  AAAAh, yes Flashback….Houston.…pubcrawl…nachos… Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen. The Blood Squad was born! But it was only Thursday. Damn, I was one day early!

    “I can’t tell if that’s funny or really scary.”

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      It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this!
       Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
        The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder.
       The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn’t confess his real intentions.
        A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny.  AAAAh, yes Flashback….Houston.…pubcrawl…nachos… Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen. The Blood Squad was born! But it was only Thursday.

    "Dieing is easy, living is the hard part.

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    I’d add to it but I don’t know what to add at this point.

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       It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this!
       Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
        The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder.
       The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn’t confess his real intentions.
        A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny.  AAAAh, yes Flashback….Houston.…pubcrawl…nachos… Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen. The Blood Squad was born!

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.) The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn’t confess his real intentions. A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny. AAAAh, yes Flashback….Houston.…pubcrawl…nachos… Junkies surrounding Sigler like henchmen.

    (Clarification: Since it’s been a while….This is a collaboratiive story.  Each person adds five words.  Leaving the sentence open after five words is acceptable and also more fun!  Just keep adding to the top and most importantly….have fun!)

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    How many words are we adding? One post says 47, one says 5….

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     It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.) The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn’t confess his real intentions. A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny. AAAAh, yes Flashback….Houston.…pubcrawl…nachos…(add 47 words)
     

    1st Canadian junkie….from Ontario…..from Toronto….from my neighbourhood

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     It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.) The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn’t confess his real intentions. A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny. AAAAh, yes Flashback….Houston.…pubcrawl…

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.) The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn’t confess his real intentions. A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils and making me very horny (add five words)
     p.s. back on this thread again.

    "What do you mean there’s nothing i can do, you mean im hooked on Scott Sigler’s podcast novels… im… a junkie…"- me

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.) The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn’t confess his real intentions. A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting flesh filling my nostrils

    [1st Dutch junkie] All that matters is getting my fix.

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang. "Shit, its the Blood Squad!" We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt. We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. "HURRY, Fuck-face," She said, "They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!" Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched "This is good" "They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!" "What are you talking about, Mother?" "They want to kill me?" "Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job." exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.) The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway. It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!! "Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!" What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin. I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew! Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!! "Do you know where the lock is?" Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a "job", and wouldn’t confess his real intentions. A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose, the stench of rotting

    (any one notice that there is a MOTHER, Mommy figure in here?)

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
    “Do you know where the lock is?”
    Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a “job”, and wouldn’t confess his real intentions.
    A single sound resonated from the closed door. A sharp chill arose

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
    “Do you know where the lock is?”
    Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a “job”, and wouldn’t confess his real intentions.
    A single sound resonated from the closed door.

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
    “Do you know where the lock is?”
    Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a “job”, and wouldn’t confess his real intentions.
    A single sound resonated

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
    “Do you know where the lock is?”
    Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a “job”, and wouldn’t confess his real intentions.

    *** I am Renfield to Sigler’s Dracula ***

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
    “Do you know where the lock is?”
    Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for a “job”, and wouldn’t

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
    “Do you know where the lock is?”
    Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he/she ask $20 for

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    opps

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
    “Do you know where the lock is?”
    Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute. That baby-faced bastard, he

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
    “Do you know where the lock is?”
    Hutchins had disguised himself as a Vietnamese prostitute.

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
    “Do you know where the lock is?”
    Hutchins had disguised himself as

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
    “Do you know where the lock is?”
    Hutchins

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!
    “Do you know where

    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Sigler’s Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced, myopic, pornographic hobo!…. HE would be our next BLOODMEAL!!!!!

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced myopic pornographic hobo! He would

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and soft bellied, babyfaced myopic

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!! That backstabbing and

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!
    Hutchins… It was J.C. Hutchins!!

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!”
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I stopped short. I knew!

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members? If so, who? I

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it any of our new members

    Profile photo of ogreoregon

    was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them. But who? Was it

    Profile photo of Declan Murphy

    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that always seemed to have a track on us, somebody was leaking information to them.

    Profile photo of JT Manis

    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless, bloodthirsty cultists that

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder. The O.S.B.S. were relentless

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like Stephen Hawkin.
    I launched into a run, footsteps behind me grew louder.

    Profile photo of JT Manis

    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!
    What could it mean? The voice sounded like

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!
    What could it mean?

    Profile photo of JT Manis

    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!
    “Herman Fallywag! Surrender Now!

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by Overlord Siglers Blood Squad!!

    Profile photo of JT Manis

    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots which were worn by

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like the steel soled boots

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway.
    It almost sounded like
    _______________________________
    I am a masterpiece of self destruction

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps echoed from down the hallway

    “The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles.”

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)
    The sound of footsteps

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.( Siglers Blood caused halllucinations.)

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.” exclaimed the talking cat.

    (start adding 4 words)

    “What do you mean there’s nothing i can do, you mean im hooked on Scott Sigler’s podcast novels… im… a junkie…”- me

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a Blood Squad job.

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”
    “Murder? Slaughter’s a

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”
    “They want to kill me?”

    “The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles.”

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    I don’t think my quote was supposed to be in the story!!

    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched “This is good”
    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”
    “What are you talking about, Mother?”

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched
    “This is good”

    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”

    “What are you

    “The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles.”

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched
    “this is good”

    “They don’t want to help you, they want to kill you!”

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    he’s gona get pissed when he sees that and then he’ll kill me (in nocturnal)

    “What do you mean there’s nothing i can do, you mean im hooked on Scott Sigler’s podcast novels… im… a junkie…”- me

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Sigler’s Blood was addictive. She munched

    “What do you mean there’s nothing i can do, you mean im hooked on Scott Sigler’s podcast novels… im… a junkie…”- me

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes. Blood was addictive

    (add three words)

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She needed those toes.

    “The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles.”

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”
    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s, it all started with Mother. She
    (add 3 more words)

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”

    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s it all started

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”

    Once we got through the fog, we got to mother’s
    (add 3 words)
    “What do you mean there’s nothing i can do, you mean im hooked on Scott Sigler’s podcast novels… im… a junkie…”- me

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”

    Once we got through the fog we

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    On December 12th, 2007 fluxx says:

    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”

    Once we got through

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    LOL

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”

    Once we got…

    “What do you mean there’s nothing i can do, you mean im hooked on Scott Sigler’s podcast novels… im… a junkie…”- me

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY, Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother gets these toes!!”

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless Mother

    Original Junkie, and Sigler minion, just doing my part to Infect the world.

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    On December 11th, 2007 jtmanis says:
    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate unless

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re going to procrastinate

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY Fuck-face,” She said, “They’re

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY” Fuck-face

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for later use. “HURRY

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up the toes for

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder to grind up

    “The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles.”

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get a meat grinder

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to Hooters to get

    “The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles.”

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.
    We ran to…

    “What do you mean there’s nothing i can do, you mean im hooked on Scott Sigler’s podcast novels… im… a junkie…”- me

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them to my belt.

    “The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles.”

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes, and tied them

    R___________________________________________________
    “Lion’s Tigers and Bears!” “Oh my” – RPG’s, SIGLER and Nukes
    oh yea! That’s scary!

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms with extra toes,

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms up her

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We stuffed the condoms

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the Blood Squad!” We

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang.
    “Shit, its the

    “What do you mean there’s nothing i can do, you mean im hooked on Scott Sigler’s podcast novels… im… a junkie…”- me

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this! Police Sirens rang

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea, the usual kinky stuff, couldn’t beat this!

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea,the usual kinky stuff

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea the usual

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off. Masturbation and diarrhoea

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the second toe off.

    (we can add 3 words now.)

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut the

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed as I cut

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium, but she chewed

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish…from Sushi Emporium

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted kinda like fish..
    (sorry i had to)

    “What do you mean there’s nothing i can do, you mean im hooked on Scott Sigler’s podcast novels… im… a junkie…”- me

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    LMAO
    *
    It’s all about the Numbers, my friends
    The Math god

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually. The toe tasted

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to do it eventually.

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad, she was going to have to…

    “What do you mean there’s nothing i can do, you mean im hooked on Scott Sigler’s podcast novels… im… a junkie…”- me

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad she was going

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    t was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient. She needed it bad…

    (shouldn’t this be on fanfiction)
    “What do you mean there’s nothing i can do, you mean im hooked on Scott Sigler’s podcast novels… im… a junkie…”- me

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was impatient

    (ya’ll do the three words, hard enough for me to come up with one)
    *
    It’s all about the Numbers, my friends
    The Math god

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    You can put three words at a time now.

    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp enough to lacerate, but she was

    “The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles.”

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp
    enough

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t sharp

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife wasn’t

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the knife

    *
    It’s all about the Numbers, my friends
    The Math god

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought the

    “The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles.”

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she thought

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good, she

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe. Good,

    “The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles.”

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy toe

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my hairy

    “The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles.”

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed my

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and caressed

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out and

    (i thought that each person added three words, not one)

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached out

    ————
    KnitWitch
    http://www.knitwitchzone.com

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I reached

    (copy and paste is such a useful thing)
    *
    It’s all about the Numbers, my friends
    The Math god

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    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light. I

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    Okok… I’ve done this before on a forum and it was hilarios! We’ll write a story, each person adding one word at a time. Just copy and paste the pre-existing story and add a word. feel free to add punctuation so we don’t have a huge freakin jumble of words. Maybe Scott will read it on a podcast if it’s good! I’ll start with a few words to get it going:

    It was a dark night and the blood on the ground looked black in the poor light.

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