User:Brakeu
From Encyclopedia Dramatica
Dear God
One black and ominous day, a cow fucked a retard; and from that union, sprungetheth Brakeu. And the flowers did wilt, and the children did lament a great lament.
My man meat’s river of foamy, bestial cum soaked the towels like the desperate coughing of those afflicted with cystic fibrosis as I do the nasty hand thing in my army cot, the sound of the recruit's snores filling me with black lust as I picture them in the shower and on the toilet, their faces clenched in the hot agony of a massive dump, brought on by the laxatives I hid in their food, groaning like stallions of lusty shit-taking.
But among all the throbbing succulent meat around me, one paragon of form there was. Felipe Calderon, A GOD AMONG INSECTS.
Calderon's curly locks of his hair swung sensuously in front of his smouldering eyes, threatening to burst into flame from the intensity of his gaze. Dear god, his ass is so luscious, like the breasts of angels sautéed in the tears of orphans, like the sun-baked plains of Spain, trembling in gluteal glory as he brings the towel back and forth with bold strokes, a million droplets of water sparkling like a coat of diamonds on his peachlike skin, the tight cleft of his ass inviting exploration and savagery in equal measure. How I long to plough its hot, tight depths with my quivering man-pike, to invade his spincter with a torrent of feisty sperm!
I hide my rearing pony with a meager towel, blending into the mist, readying the hypodermic needle. As he turns to shut off the water, I strike. The needle plunges through his nech. He emits a grunt of surprise as the sedatives kick in. The last thing he sees before he blacks out is my 14 inch uncut dick, dribbling blood and pre-cum as I punch my nutsack, getting into the mood. The next 15 hours were a magical time of rape, until I saw the CO, and he got scared and said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!"I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8And I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell ya later! Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
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