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And the high mountains shall be shaken,
And the high hills shall be made low,
And shall melt like wax before the flame
And the earth shall be wholly rent in sunder,
And all that is upon the earth shall perish,
And there shall be a judgement upon all
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I pooped on my own ass
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SLAMDUNKASAURUS 22 JUL 2024 a las 23:04 
He may be pushing 50. But he still downs 40s :eli::steamthumbsup:
Chebs 7 JUL 2024 a las 1:33 
I have a really small penis and yours is bigger than mine lol L man
Chadarino5 17 FEB 2024 a las 20:03 
I was used to, but something I was for sure hungry for. He obliged, sticking his calloused tongue out, undoubtedly hoping for some relief from the non cylindrical object I clung to, holding it just out of reach of the man. Just enough above him to make him struggle. To enjoy his struggle. Am I the type of man to enjoy baiting someone underprivileged? Yes. I am. An important lesson I will never forget, albeit one I will never attempt to remedy. Great guy.
Chadarino5 17 FEB 2024 a las 20:03 
Non spherical object in my lap turned from a solid to a liquid, I followed the trail of puddle from my shoes to something I had never seen before, a grown man in a diaper with white and black face paint sat on the ground, limbs sprawled out like that of a spider while he lapped up the dirt, cold liquid from the trolley's floor. The other patrons aboard gasped, surely in awe of what they were seeing. "How foul!" they must have thought, but me? Haha, I sat there, charmed by the man, tilting my head in a satisfied way and laughing. Wishing I could feed the liquid to him in a more dignified way, the way he deserved but never got. My stop was approaching and the reality that this mans dirty drink would come to an end hit me all too hard.. "Sir?" I muttered, kicking some cold puddle his way. He grunted, looking up at me with jaundiced, blood shot eyes. "what a specimen," I thought. I walked over to him and held the cube infront of him. "LICK", I commanded. Being in control, not something
Chadarino5 17 FEB 2024 a las 19:56 
I do not know where to begin with this one, where did it all start? I guess I should go to the very first time i met him.. It was Brazil, 1914. The air was hot and thick, the giant ice cube i was transporting to the city was all that kept me awake. It sat on my lap in this horribly muggy heat, melting onto my brand new trousers. I had just got them from the Macy's store in Nigeria, a new up and coming brothel that specialist in selling the dead patrons clothing. Me, a man of humble means, jumped at the opportunity to sport something new and fashionable, as this side of the Nile, new pants are hard to find; especially at such an affordable price! Anyhow, the giant cube sat on my lap, deteriorating in the african heat I found myself enduring. As the
ALL LOV 11 JUL 2020 a las 15:01 
penis man, +rep