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Booger (Bradley) McNugget

  1. #1
    Hecklefish Yung Blood
    Once upon a time, on this very Saturday the 14th of December in the year 2024, in the shithole of a city known as Miami, Florida, there lived a creature named Booger McNugget. Boogers imaginary friends called him Bradly. Booger McNugget was a peculiar creature indeed, a grotesque hybrid of a human and a giant booger. He had a penis that shot out cum that looked like a thick, slimy string of snot, which he was incredibly proud of.

    Now, Booger McNugget had a favorite pastime. Every day, at exactly 7:21 PM, he would sit on his filthy couch and start picking his nose. He'd dig in there, deep and hard, until he could feel the squishy booger forming in the cavern of his nostril. He'd then pull it out with a satisfying "schlurp" sound and examine it with glee. The bigger the booger, the more delighted he was. He'd roll the boogers into little balls and then, with the precision of a snot-covered Picasso, he'd flick them at passersby, watching as they squealed in horror.

    But one day, while Booger McNugget was busy playing with his nasal creations, a mysterious bottle labeled "Cum Concentrate" fell from the sky, right into his lap. It was a gift from the Cum Fairy, a mythical creature that roamed the streets of Tempe, sprinkling her magic juices wherever she went.

    Eager to try out this newfound treasure, Booger McNugget unscrewed the cap and took a whiff. It smelled like a combination of rotten eggs and week-old tuna, but that didn't stop him. He took a swig and immediately felt his body convulse with pleasure. His snot-covered penis grew to the size of a cucumber, and he started to cum like a fountain of diarrhea. It was a sight to behold, a veritable tsunami of sticky, smelly jizz.

    The Cum Fairy, watching from a nearby alley, laughed maniacally. She knew that Booger McNugget had just signed his life away. You see, the Cum Concentrate had a peculiar side effect. The more Booger McNugget came, the more his body would crave it. He'd start to produce cum instead of saliva, and his nose would become a constant, never-ending faucet of the stuff.

    As the days went on, Booger McNugget's life became a living hell. He couldn't go anywhere without leaving a trail of cum behind him. His clothes were always stained, and people avoided him like the plague. But the worst part was that he couldn't stop. He'd try to pick his nose and end up cumming all over the place.
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  2. #2
    Fluttershy Short Bussy
    wait a second. are we witnessing a fonaalt in real time here?
    fuys its really happening
  3. #3
    Fluttershy Short Bussy
    altaplats
    fonaalt
    fonalt?
    fonaltaplats?
    fonaltaplatapus?

    i dont know guys, these days im just fona-ing it in i guess.
  4. #4
    Hecklefish Yung Blood
    Originally posted by Fluttershy wait a second. are we witnessing a fonaalt in real time here?
    fuys its really happening

    What the actual fuck are you babbling about, you little shitstain? You think you're some kind of detective, spotting a "fona alt" like it's a fucking rare Pokémon in the wild? Get a grip on reality, you insignificant piece of digital dust. If you've got something to say that doesn't make you sound like a complete fucking moron, spit it out, or I'm going to pretend you don't exist and go back to plotting world domination. And if your "father" Super Butecher is watching, tell that old fart to stop peeking over my shoulder—it's weird and it's not helping my concentration.
  5. #5
    Rough Rider Tuskegee Airman
    My girlfriend got so wet when I read this to her.

    I make her so wet she calls me bradley
  6. #6
    Fluttershy Short Bussy
    fona are you still using gpt for these or do you use something else now?
  7. #7
    Fluttershy Short Bussy
    Originally posted by Hecklefish What the actual fuck are you babbling about, you little shitstain? You think you're some kind of detective, spotting a "fona alt" like it's a fucking rare Pokémon in the wild? Get a grip on reality, you insignificant piece of digital dust. If you've got something to say that doesn't make you sound like a complete fucking moron, spit it out, or I'm going to pretend you don't exist and go back to plotting world domination. And if your "father" Super Butecher is watching, tell that old fart to stop peeking over my shoulder—it's weird and it's not helping my concentration.

    so what youre not gonna use the picture i made just for you? i spent time and effort on that!!!!! at least use the one i made for you on your main account bro. not cool.
  8. #8
    This is a good thread.
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