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SinisterMinister
at 2007-01-23 02:42:33
Alright... Here it is. The ho that has the first Brutal No. 2 song written about her. Her name... Well. it's really unimportant.
One night, after a long-winded party at my apartment, a drunken girl was waiting to be fucked. When I approached, she wondered about a ride homw. Upon hearing that I was the man of the house, she was flustered.
Cue the nakedness... She's naked, on the corner of my bed giving me head. I then realize it's fucktime and throw her back. As O strap on my protection I notice a small spot on the exact corner she was sitting on.. No bother, I had plenty to drink to forget about that quickly enough.
As I pound away, a certain smell fills the air. The essence of feces begins to fill my nostrils, and as I glance down at her thigh, I... Well, I.... Well, I saw a smear.
Upon seeing it I was shocked, so shocked I let out a brief shrill cry. Realizing what was going on I turned the shrill into a fake orgasm. I then ran down to my bathroom and washed myself "Crying Game" style.
The worst part was driving her home the next day.
I'd say the funniest part was hearing my singer's very similar story... About the same exact girl. The song's name... "Felter Smellter."
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