a special message for a special person:

Mmm
Here they go with this metronome bro
Oh my God
Yabadee boobeedee baba dooboop (booboop)
A shoobee daba dooboo (dooboo)
Liyaba daba dooboop (bow)
Bdooboodooboop badabadoobadooboop (yuh)
Yabadaba
Yaba dabap yababadaba (what, oohoo)
Ayabadaba
Yaba dababadaba (alright)
It's off the top for real, all this off the top (I feel, I feel, I feel)
I said (he's a genius)
Womba domba
Shamba damba (shamba damba)
Shamba da mamba damba gamba (damba gamba)
Yama da llama llama chgamba gamba (voice crackin')
Yaboo (cracka lackin')
Soobelooboop babalooboop glabaloogoop (oohoo)
Yaga wagourt (wagourt)
Yaga damaga labaga bargourt (bargourt)
Shaga damaga dagaba gargourt (mmm)
Yooboop (ooh)
Shabadaba, yoobadaba dooboop (mmm)
Shabadaba, deeboop? (Hmm)
Shabadaba gooba like a meeboop (meeboop)
Labo labo
Labo dababo glabo gluglug guhglable lable (ooh, tongue twister)
Like gaba gaba
Yaba dasabadaba yoobabababa (blaow!)

:)

BigDog

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ur welcome read from bottom to top

While everybody was distracted I walked into shoprite and quickly shoved as many apples as I could up my ass. It was 4. I left shoprite with the most satisfaction I have ever felt in my life. I remember thinking “wow, I’m such a great person, I get 4 free apples, and I get to go home and jerk off to CP.”
When I think back on that day, I can always remember how sweet those apples tasted. Nothing sweeter.

That’s when I saw him. The old ♥♥♥♥♥♥ who sat in front of shoprite saying hello to every ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ strolling by. I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hated this man. I couldn’t tell you why. I just hated him. He could smell my ♥♥♥♥ butter. I could tell because he was gasping for air. I quickly approached him thinking “this will be the greatest day of my life. Nothing could stop me now.” This is when I felt a sudden burst. I realized later that I had shot a load off in my pants right at that moment.
I was arms length from the ♥♥♥♥♥♥ now. I clenched the sock tight with both hands and swung it at the ♥♥♥♥♥♥s face with all my might. I hit him in the cheek with such force that the brownish-liquid had sprayed out all over his face. He immediately threw up. I sat back laughing as he washed out his eyes with bottled water. He asked “why?” and I responded by dumping the rest of the socks contents on his head. Truly, I did it for the lulz.

I nearly came in my pants at that moment. I had the sickest hard on. In fact the only thing keeping me from raping Joanna while she lay in a pool of her own vomit was my sock full of ♥♥♥♥ butter. I knew I had something to do and I was damn sure going to do it. I kept walking. I finally made it to my local grocery store. An epic journey it had been. Every ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ in the vicinity could smell the putrid odor but nobody knew where it came from. I can still hear them in my mind. “What the ♥♥♥♥ is that smell.” “This smell is so bad I think I am going to kill myself with a hammer” one man said. I even saw a fellow depraved maniac in the corner of my eye. I could tell because he had the same smile that I did. He was laughing with the same glee. I’m sure he’s raped a severely mentally challenged child in his lifetime. I know I have.

While standing there taking in this wonderfully putrid smell I realize that I cannot be the only one to smell this. So I walked quickly upstairs with my ass cheeks clenched not wanting to spill a drop of my ♥♥♥♥ butter. I pull out from my sock drawer a heavy woolen sock and unload the contents of my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ into it. I thought the smell was bad before. I now had the urge to do a barrel roll out my window to escape the horrid odor. I quickly tied the top of the sock and left my house. As I walked down the street a brownish-yellow liquid slowly dripped from the bottom of the sock. The neighborhood kids became very curious as to what was going on and as they approached they caught a whiff of the putrid smell emanating from the sock. This is when Joanna, my neighbors 13 year old daughter vomited what looked like a freshly eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich all over the street.

I’d say its been 8 or 9 years since the last time I rammed a stick of butter up my ass while jerking off and fingering my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. I did it because it felt really good but that’s not the point of this story. I want to tell you of the events proceeding this fateful masturbation.
I’m sitting there watching The Fresh Prince of Bel Air and around 15 minutes go by and I feel a sticky wetness on my ass cheeks and ballsack. This is when I realized that the butter I had shoved up my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ had melted and leaked out onto my couch and it had a very distinct putrid stench to it. It had mixed with my ♥♥♥♥ to create something far worse than ♥♥♥♥. It was probably the worst thing I’ve smelt in all my life. It actually smelt many times worse than the time I had stuck a pickle up my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ and forgot about until the morning after.

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