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The night was cold. Cold and dry. Like the opposite of pussy, which is generally warm and wet. Leastaways the pussies Blodgett had cum across in his time. Cum across with his opulent cock. Opulent like a stack of freshly minted Alexanders, because Blodgett didn't cum cheap. He came correct, motherfucker.
And he felt quite strongly about all this.
On the whole, leastaways.
Relatively speaking.
Ah, he wasn't really sure.
Date Written: December 05, 2003
Author: qualcomm
Average Vote: 3
Comments:
12/9/2003 Texxx (4): I like this a lot. I think it's the opulence.
12/9/2003 Will Disney: PFC Feldman again?
12/9/2003 Ewan Snow (3): Were you sober when you wrote this? A couple good moments, but overall, I gotta say, not your finest work...
12/9/2003 qualcomm: why are you attacking me?
12/9/2003 Ewan Snow: Don't worry, it's just personal.
12/9/2003 qualcomm: cool. for a second, i thought you didn't like the short.
12/9/2003 Ewan Snow: Well the apple doesn't fall far from the tree...
12/9/2003 qualcomm: what if the tree is on a slope (by which i mean a jap)?
12/10/2003 Phony Millions: This does smell of alchohol.
12/13/2003 Dylan Danko: I like this one b/c it smells like Beam.
06/7/2004 Will Disney (2): 2.5 stars - strong opening paragraph and then peters out...
06/7/2004 qualcomm: yes, disney, embrace your hatred...
07/30/2004 scoop (4): Hell, this ain't so bad.
07/30/2004 Mr. Pony (2): I disagree. I feel like this is an extremely rare moment where we hear Summer saying to us "Look, I'm funny." I, too, am willing to chalk it up to drunkenness.
07/30/2004 qualcomm: perfectly sober, and i stand by this work