I have been dead for 5 months i have decided while waiting in line to get judged to come back and tell you my story. So five months ago i was walking down the street when i got kicked in the face by a horse and landed in the street and lo and behold a bus ran over my dick. I got up and then i noticed my junk was detached and was still spinning around the bus wheel. the bus took off and i pursued it for about 5 blocks. exhausted i gave up my chase for my junk. i then went home to ponder life without a penis. the next i found my dick laying on the street corner. curious as to how dick tasted i tried it and it got lodged in my throat and i died. i am telling this story so that noone ever has to go through the pain i went through. and top think alll this was because my girlfriend wouldnt put it in her mouth so i did and i died. the end
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Funny… But inapprpriate. Not everyone wants that. Thanks, though. Live long and propagate.
I agree with Lessworse. This story in itself is humorous and could be a pick-me-up but please, refrain from such lucid images. The people on here have problems they need help with. Feel free to entertain but please keep it on a level that people can enjoy and still feel the seriousness of this site.
yeah def. dont do that this site needs to be here for people to vent real stuff and for people to have people that understand and all that and for people like you to come on here isn’t right cause your more of making a joke of it…
Yeah, I didn’t even find it funny. What brings people to this page is not funny at all.
i feel like life is something holding me back but the same time is there a future the worlds to small to imagine the way see earth the sadness i appeare to be from the inside but the outside impossible to notice how i feel why seem like nothing matters to me i feel so empty the dream want to disappeared my imagination why it seem the world so small but truly the world the biggest thing in the world the gold that god gave us why to be sad have family few friends that seem that cares why blame myself just hate what happen just want to tell him why he did it how he use me feel use like fucking toy like i should off say no but i was to scared the memories guilt goes inside me the dirtiness’s of my body the disgusting and then i wonder twice do diserve to be alive to be happy hell no you know feel like am oh ready in hell