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Addicted to Porn
‘Mr Mansfield-Bosworth, what are the justifications for tabling said policy?’ ‘We aim to make it another facet of the post-Brexit strategy’ ‘And why is that?’ ‘It’ll be for the youth’ ‘The youth?’ ‘Yes, and I haven’t seen this brought up … Continue reading
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Tagged Addicted to Porn, Anti-abortion, augmented breasts, Brexit, Buttplugs, Derek Dong, Desperate Househusbands 2, Ejaculation, Escourting, Eyeball licking, Fetishes, Fiction, Fur suit fucking, Jeremy Kyle, LGBT, Mandingo members, Mansfield-Bosworth, Maria Master-Bates, Max Clifford, necrophilia, Neil Hamilton, paedophilia, Porn, porn exposé, PornHub, Red Tops, Romanian fruit pickers, Shagging in the Auschwitz gas chambers, Sodomised with a cucumber, Sorry this is nearly 3000 words long, Stacey Slapp, Stephen Byers, Untermenschen
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How not to cook Bear stew
My temper has always been problematic. While it caused the accident, the real damage was done by every decision I made in its wake. This meant the accident could not be perceived as anything other than maliciously premeditated. Public absolution … Continue reading
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Tagged Ballard-esque, Bear, Bird collar, Cat, Dogs on Death Row, Fiction, Gammon, How not to cook Bear stew, Less than 2000 words, Noncewatch, Rolf Harris, Short Story, Sociopathic
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USB 2.no
We won’t go into forensic detail what’s on it. Suffice to say it’s the sort of gruesome violence that’s conjured by psychopathic self-indulgence, which Daily Mail and Express readers cleave to in complete hypocrisy. Publicly they’re repulsed, privately its qualities … Continue reading
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Tagged 2000 words, 4.5mm Beretta, Andrew and Roger, Are you a fan of industrial estate chic?, Can't think of any other tags, Creeps, Daily Mail and Express readers cleave to psychopathic self-indulgence, Fiction, It's 2018!, Need a new laptop, No backwards compatibility, Obsolete, She who will remain nameless, Short Story, USB 2.no
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Bad Wankers
We live in an age where most celebrity is manufactured and unmerited, and as a result it is now abundant. If you’ll pardon the double entendre, there are tiers of fame. Which category the consensus prescribes them is widely understood … Continue reading
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Tagged Bad Wankers, Based on Wankers you know and love/hate/love to hate, Be like OJ, Conrad, Cynicism, Fat shaming, Fiction, General Gayboy, Grimsby to Reading, Howard Beale, Infamy is the only true fame left, Mexican wave at Diana's funeral, Rolf Harris looks like the KFC colonel, Serial killer wankers
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