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Confidential to Blue Balls
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Originally posted by NotFromHere
My plan is working.
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jAYSIS HOW DRUUNK CAN A MAN GET. pOOR nOEL dRISCILL HAS HIT THE BOTTIL SINCE HE LOST bETSY HIS PRISE BULL TA THE HOOT FOOT N MOUT AND HES A SHADOW I THE MAN THAT ONE ALL ROUND HIM AT THE PUCK FADA IN NINETEA SIX. hE ASKED US IN THE gREYHOUND AT LUNCHTIME WEARS THE BOGS LADS AND HIM IN THEIR MORE OFTIN
THAN A LABOROR IN THE DOLE OFFISE. aLL OF A SUDDIN THEIR WAS A FIERCE SCREAM LIKE A FECKIN BANSHEE AND WE WONDERIED WHAT THE FECK WAS GOIN ON IN THE JACKS. wE ALL RAN IN TA SEA WHAT THE COMOTION WAS SEAS NOEL LYING THERE COVERED IN SHYTE THE DINGLEBERRYS SHOWIN ON HIS ERSs AN ALL. wHAT THE FUCKs
GOIN ON SAYS WE AND HIM CYRIN LIKE A BABBEE.sAYS nOEL WHENEVER I GO TO GO FOR A SHYTE AND I GO TO FLUSH IT SUMTHIN CUMS UP AND SKWEESES ME BALLBAG ITS LIKE THAT FILLIM JAWS OR SUMTHIN. sURE WIT THAT WE BUSTED HOUR ARRSES LAFFIN SURE WASNT THE DRUNKEN HOR SITTIN IDIN IN THE MOP BUCKIT.
aN AUL YANK WAS IN THE BOGS TAKIN FOTOS OF THE ART EXHIBISHUN GOIN ON IDIN AND SAYS TO yUNG sWEENEY DOES IT EVER STOIP RAININ ROUND HEAR. sAYS sWEENYE TO THE YANK SURE I WOODNT NO IM ONLY SIX. gRATE AUL CRAIC ALTOGHITER
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