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FROM THE LORDS BOSOM. PS- I NOW HAVE A SPECIAL CLUB FOR EX HOMESEXUALS

Hey guys, It's Gene. I've decided I'm going to pull the plug, and end this site. It's been a long run, and tons of fun. Lots of people have written great things here, but it's time to move on. I'm going to get into the porn business. Monkey porn. MIdget monkey porn. Interracial midget monkey porn. Teenage Interracial midget monkey porn. Teenage Interracial midget monkey porn covered in maple syrup. Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm sure tons of people could jerk off to that.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Who's there?

It is me.... Hitler!

Hitler? Do come in.

I've got zees paintings for sale! Zey are exquisite. Zees one here is of a mansion I have in South Africa. Another here es of my German Shephard. And zees one here is a giant oven, zat I like to throw my enemies inside. Do you like? How about 2.3 BTC for zees painting of my private spaceship?

Hmmm.... very impressive Hitler, but I don't have any bitcoins, I'll need to go on the internet and buy some. In the meantime, I've got the game on, why don't you sit down and watch.

No thank you, I only want to sell zees paintings, and must be going now.

Take care Hitler! And God bless the Aryan Race!

And with that, Hitler got back in his helicopter and flew off. Then he drank the diarrhea. "Ahhh, zat was some good liquid poop!" observed Hitler. Then, of course, he crapped his pants. Und died. THE END

The voice boomed over the stadium loudspeaker. "This game is dedicated to SPENCEERRRRRR!" The crowd did not know how to respond. Murmurs that sounded quite like "who the fuck is Spencer?" could be heard. Some missed the kickoff during their period of bewilderment.

The Cowboys positioned themselves to receive the kickoff. The ball was caught - well not quite, it was a fumble, which was recovered by the opposing team, who scored the quickest touchdown in NFL history.

"FUCK SPENCER" said the Cowboys in unison, before quitting not only the game, but the NFL completely. The team disbanded and was never restarted.

Spencer sat on his couch, wearing nothing but his pink boxer shorts, crying into his empty 40-ounce beer bottle. Just when he was sure it couldn't get any worse, there was a knock at his door. Too depressed to get up, Spencer ignored it. But the knocking continued.

Spencer crawled to the door and cracked it open. The barrel of a rifle poled through the crack and fired. The bullet ricocheted off of the life-size Morrissey statue and lodged itself in Spencer's butthole, perfectly and completely sealing it closed.

But because of the liberal amount of semen lubricating the lining of Spencer's rectum, the bullet immediately dropped out, whereupon Spencer crapped his pants. And died. THE END

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After Spencer died, he went to Heaven. In front of the Pearly Gates, he hung around with Saint Peter, playing Monopoly and enjoying the view. "Wow, I can see all of the continents from up here!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, but the excitement wears off after a few centuries," said Peter.

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