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" Uncle Vinny, uncle Vinny !!!!! ....... "
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2019-12-29 at 2:41 PM UTCshe barked estatically while she was charging towards me.
" i .... i ! "
as she was approaching, she began to cup her little mouth with her little hands, signalling she had something that needs to be conveyed with a whisper. it sent a shockwave of cold sweat down my spine.
sometimes she whispered too exuberantly and too loudly, and turned her little whispers into public announcements. luckily those were just the normal, mundane little secrets that she, in her little innocent mind thought needs to be whispered.
with my jaws locked and my lips clenched, i hunched forward and braced myself for what she's about to whisper. as soon as her litle hands-cup docked around my left ear she whispered.
i accidentally snorted half a gasp before i could stop it.
i was more than taken aback, it was like i was blasted by anti personal mines.
i gave her a serious, but bemused look, and raised my eye brows.
she replied with a light, innocent giggle and vigorous nodding.
i never thought it would be so soon, we've only started our hair inspection routine less than a year and a half ago, these goddamn growth hormones that they shoot into chickens, they really need to study their effects on childrens. i think i might even report this to the FBI.
if what she said is true this could be the last few times we're having hair inspections. i need to come up with a new gimmick real quick.
i need to think. think ......
DISCLAIMER : THE STORY ABOVE IS JUST A FICTION, A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION AND A HUNDRED % LITERARY CREATION OF MY OVERLY CREATIVE, ASIATIC MIND. -
2019-12-29 at 2:52 PM UTCTame, nothing too explicit.
This was your poem? HA! Disappointing. -
2019-12-29 at 2:55 PM UTC
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2019-12-29 at 2:57 PM UTCDo you know why there's no pedo fantasy books in the bookstores? Because it's illegal. Disclaimers don't do anything either.
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2019-12-29 at 2:59 PM UTC
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2019-12-29 at 3:08 PM UTC
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2019-12-29 at 3:10 PM UTCWrite a poem about your late night visits from your own uncles.
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2019-12-29 at 3:46 PM UTC
Originally posted by vindicktive vinny
poems dont have dialogues.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
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2019-12-29 at 3:48 PM UTC
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2019-12-29 at 3:49 PM UTC
Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more."
ok, now i know. -
2019-12-29 at 3:57 PM UTCi don't get it
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2019-12-29 at 4:02 PM UTC
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2019-12-29 at 4:13 PM UTCno i mean your story i don't get it
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2019-12-29 at 4:15 PM UTC
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2019-12-29 at 4:17 PM UTC
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2019-12-29 at 4:18 PM UTCw. o .w
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2019-12-29 at 5:10 PM UTCwhy dont you remove your dick avatar and put a little girls giny in there faget
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2019-12-29 at 5:14 PM UTCbecause lanny said no.
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2019-12-29 at 6 PM UTCOP's Story was alright but Scron's poem was lit.