User:Scroton

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BELOW IS TEST LOL

here is page I write

here is youtube here is some scp nonsense

TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS

I JUST MASTURBATED FOR THE SIXTH TIME IN AN HOUR AND A HALF. AMPHETAMINES ARE GOOD FOR THIS. MY PENIS FEELS LIKE IT IS GOING TO FALL OFF. I MOST LIKELY HAVE SOME SORT OF VASCULAR DAMAGE.

HERE IS A PLAY I AM WORKING ON AT MY LOCAL THEATRE:

HI, I’M GEORGE ZIMMER FOUNDER AND CEO OF THE MEN’S WEARHOUSE. WHILE THE SIZE AND GIRTH OF MY MAMMOTH MAN MINARET MAY BE GREATER THAN GARGANTUAN, EVEN EXCEEDING THE ENORMOUS ERECTIONS OF ELEPHANTS, DO NOT EXCOGITATE THAT YOUR EAR SHALL BE EXCLUDED FROM ENTERTAINING EXCERPTS OF MY EROTIC EXPLOITS. I WAS IN A LANE IN THE LIBRARY, LOOKING AT LITERATURE AND LETTING LOOSE MY BOWELS WHEN A LITTLE LADY BEGAN LEERING AT MY LAVISH LOINS. THIS LUSCIOUS LOLITA OF NO LEGITIMATE LEGAL LONGEVITY OR LICENSED LOVEMAKING WAS SOON LAMBASTED BY MY LIBERAL LOVESTICK, HER LUSTY LABIAL LAP LUBRICATED AS SHE LET LOOSE A LACHRYMATION OF RAPTURE. REAMED AS SHE WAS BY MY RIGOROUS ROD, SHE COULD NOT HELP BUT HOWL AS I HUMPED AND HEAVED MY HERCULEAN HAMMER THROUGH HER HYMEN. MEANWHILE THIS MAIDEN’S MOTHER MADE MOVEMENT TO HAMPER OUR MATING, SO I METEORICALLY MOUTHED HER MOUND, MASTERFULLY TONGUING HER TRENCHANT TWAT TOWARDS TOTAL TITILLATION. SOON WE REACHED THE CRITICAL CREST OF OUR CRIMINALLY COCKTASTIC COPULATORY CRESCENDO, AS CRIES OF CONTENTMENT RESOUNDED AT RECEIVING MY RESEVOIR OF RAPTUROUS RUTJUICE. I GUARANTEE IT.

HI I’M BILLY MAYS AND I’M HERE TO TELL YOU THAT IF YOU’RE TIRED OF COMPETITORS SUCH AS THAT CUMGUZZLING ASSHAT GEORGE ZIMMER PROMISING THE ZENITH OF VAGINAL STIMULATION BUT ALWAYS FALLING SHORT, THEN MY COLLOSSAL PORK STEEPLE IS RIGHT FOR YOU. TESTED AND RETESTED IN THOUSANDS OF CUNTS ACROSS THE GLOBE, MY FULLY GUARANTEED TESTOSTERONE-FUELED TWAT TORPEDO CAN SIMULTANEOUSLY BRING UP TO FIFTEEN WOMEN TO SCREAMING ORGASM. NOT ONLY AM I OFFERING AN EARTH-SHATTERING RIDE UPON MY TREMENDOUS MEATPOLE; IF YOU ACT NOW I’LL ALSO BURY MY FULLY ENGORGED EXCALIBUR SO FAR INTO YOUR ANAL CAVITY THAT YOU’LL NEVER EXPERIENCE THE HASSLE OF OVERTIGHT BOWELS EVER AGAIN! IN ADDITION TO THIS ALREADY GREAT OFFER I’LL ASLO THROW IN SIX GALLONS OF MY CURIOUSLY POTENT PENIS PUDDING, WHICH CLEANS STAINS AND WILL CLEAR YOUR PIPES OF ANY UNWANTED GRIME IN EVEN LESS TIME THAN IT TAKES MY GARGANTUAN LOVE GUN TO RELOAD. OTHER COCKSUCKERS MAKE BULLSHIT CLAIMS, BUT ONLY MY MONUMENTAL DUDE PISTON—BACKED BY THE UNGODLY POWER OF OXY-CLEAN—CAN DELIVER.

BOTH OF YOU SHITEATING NIGGERS CAN JUST GO STRAIGHT TO HELL.

HAVE YOU TRIED MY NEW BUTTERY BALLS? I’M ORVILLE REDENBACHER AND I’D LIKE TO TAKE THE TIME TO TELL YOU ABOUT MY UNBRIDLED SLIPPERY COB OF ANAL PLEASURE. I’LL STICK MY KETTLECORN-FLAVORED KNOB IN YOUR SUCCULENT CORNHOLE AND THEN FORCIBLY USE YOUR MOUTH TO POLISH MY LOVELOG—AND BELIEVE ME, ONCE YOU’VE TRIED THE SMOOTH, BITTERSWEET FUSION OF MY ORIGINAL TASTE AND YOUR OWN FECAL MATTER, YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO LIVE WITHOUT IT. EVEN THOUGH MY SALTY SCHLONG OF IMPOSSIBLE MAGNITUDE HAS USED THE SAME FAMILY RECIPE FOR OVER 86 YEARS, WITH JUST THREE MINUTES IN YOUR MOIST MICROWAVE OVEN IT WILL BE HARDER THAN THOSE TWO LIMP-DICKED FAGGOTS BILLY MAYS AND GEORGE ZIMMER COULD EVER HOPE FOR. MY PATENTED POPCORN POOPSHOOT PALLISADE IS THE CLOSEST THING TO AN UNLICENSED MILITARY-GRADE WEAPON ALLOWABLE BY LAW. IF YOU HAVEN’T TRIED THIS, THEN YOU’RE MISSING OUT.