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ode to the noble pumpkin - by daemonseedlet

A plump orange terror, an evil grinning face

Sits happily burning in my window, framed by curtains of lace.

Carved monstrously in honor of this gusty Halloween

I'm hoping that this year, he can make somebody scream.

Tonight he can be frightening, but tomorrow, please remember -

My poor pumpkin's going in the trash; it's the first day of November.

 

 

 

                                                                 
                         
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Wolves

A screaming wind calls through the moor.

A hissing, taunting, jeering cry;

Bringing forth the faey and gobliens,

The witches and ogars,

The spirits of the moon that feast on the flesh.

Their cries howl to the ebony skies.

Peeling the tender skin from bone,

With their morbid growls.

The blood drips from soaken fangs,

Licking and lapping up the iron liquid.

Silence stills across the land,

And what once was there now fade to dawn.

Washing away the pail mists with the light,

Reveling the clash from the dark.

The wolves had feasted.

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Look their!, behind you.

**bleep** you missed them

LOOK AGAIN!

**bleep** close that time...

THEIR RIGHT IN BACK OF YOU!

you can't see them?

too bad, cause they can see you

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I worked for many hours on this poem.


Boo.

Scared

the end.

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i've got a really scary story, here it goes....

one day a small town passed a bill that all music other than brittany spears, christina, ashley simpson, jessica simpson, and avril lavigne was banned. then the rest of our nations gov. passed the bill and it became a law.  thosands of rockers and real musicians shot themselves out of depressian (sp).

 

Thank god for freedom of speach. music is my life.

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It's not scary, but it still fits the criteria

The Beast That Stole My Peanut Butter
A Story by BlueBerryPie
 
It was suppoased to be another day for Amy. Another happy day in which she could frolic and play. But today is not a normal day for Amy, for she had woke up on the Underside.
 
The time was 12:02 PM....or was it AM? It doesn't really matter. Point is, it was that time of day when Amy's stomache growled something fiece. So, being the little girl that she was, Amy decided to have her usual PB & J sandwich, just like all the other times she made her own lunch. She got out the bread, jelly, butter knife, and spoon. When she went to the pantry, she got out the peanut butter, but the jar was unusually light, but Amy did not care. She went about fixing her sandwich, starting with the jelly, slathering it in one big hea upon the grainy bread.
 
As Amy opened up the peanut butter, she stuck the knife inside the jar, in order to swipe it across the bread, but the knife hit empty air. She grabbed the jar and looked inside, only to see no peanut butter inside. She was puzzled as to why the jar would be in the pantry if it were empty. Being as curious as she was, Amy went back to the pantry, and looked where the peanut butter was placed. There, in the back of the pantry, was a gaping hole. Amy was fussed that she wasn't getting her lunch, and being quite prissy when she was mad, she decided to see what could be in the hole that could make the peanut butter go away.
 
Her hand entered the darkness and began to feel around. She felt a few support beams, and some cables, but nothing out of the ordinary. She then reached a bit to the left and felt something strange. She felt hair, but this hair was rough and coarse. Amy didn't know what to think of it, so she tugged against the hair for a second or to, seeing if she could pull it out. She was startled by a growl that cut through the air, annoying her hers highly. Before she could retract her arm, Amy felt a large object wrap around it, and then pull her into the hole.
 
She awoke in darkness, a small light allowing her to see in the space. She was horrified but what she saw. There stood a beast, gaping upon her. It was covered in a thick mat of fur, ash covered, covering the bulky, yet well built structure of the thing. The beast's enormous paws ended with claws black in color, adding to the menace it percieved. And from the droopy jowels extended fangs, yellow in color, but tanish at the tips. The beast stared at Amy, with it's piercing green eyes, the stank emitting off of it immense. Amy was frightened beyond belief, and she let out a scream. The beast raored, bellowing through the thin crawl space, shaking Amy's eardrums.
 
Amy could stand no more. She made a run for it, pulling herself out of the whole in the pantry. The beast bursted through the pantry wall, like it was cardboard, and roared again at Amy. She tore out of the kittchen, into the living room, the beast hot on her trail. She tried to escape out the front door, but the thing through the couch at her, but missed her, landing against the door. Escape from there was impossible.
 
Amy had no choice but to dash up the stairs. The beast gave chase after her, the rails breaking from it's  wide bulk, and the stairs groaning and cracking beneath the weight. Amy slammed and locked her door behind her, hiding in the corner of her room. The door banded two times, before it came crashing down, beast in tow. It came up to her, grunting, and stared down upon Amy with those cold dead eyes. It raised it's paw as though to strike her down, so Amy closed her eyes tight, awaiting her death. A pause. Amy slowly opened her eyes, only to see the peanut butter jar was in the beast's massive paw. It looked at Amy and said: "I need more peanut butter!"
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My scary rap v.10

i was quick
the air got thick
she told me she felt sick
life was gonna end
no way the problems i could mend
She might have my seed
i got to run
i already have three mouths to feed
her sickness was almost done
went to the doctors to make it legal
she wasn't prego i fell down and weeped
i felt free like a eagle.
Soldier stands alone, drink another pint and forget your troubles. Live and get fat, for tomarrow we die.
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short simple and sweet

On a late night
the moon shining so bright

You hear a wolfs howl
and creatures sturing around

behind yourself you look
knowing the demons lurk

you run and hide
only to fall and die.




it **bleep** but i wanted to participate in this thread so i made that up in 30secs
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Posting stories written in high school many, many years ago is scary:

The best dream was being played out in her mind. She was floating on an endless sea. Crashing waves rolled over her body, sending shivers of delight through her. The water was warm and made her feel languorous and lethargic. Her most fervent wish was to remain trapped in this suspension of creamy liquid, a course without an end.
But into her cloudy hazy world, a smell interrupted her peaceful slumber and made her yearn for the unknown. The smell was of stew, a softly bubbling stew - the kind that mothers spend hours on making. She chose the softest carrots, the tiniest turnips, the choices pieces of potatoes, the juiciest vegetable, the most succulent pieces of meat and let it simmer until everything was soft and juicy. The smell of freshly baked biscuits and softly melted buttered intruded upon her slumber and mingled with the fragrant smell of stew.
She opened her eyes and saw for what seemed like miles. Fragrant juices flowed around her and pieces of vegetables floated by. Thinking that this was still part of her dream, she latched on to a passing carrot and swam in this giant world of stew. Christmas music, playing softly and sweetly, had permeated her and enhanced her small globe of reasoning. She floated and swam, and dove to the rhythm of the music. She followed her path to the edge of the pot and stopped in wonderment.
Before her was a huge, black wall that stretched for miles. It seemed to have a life of its own, it heaved and breathed. It seemed that all things began with it and she reached out and touched it in awe. It was hot and it scorched her immediately. She backed away and looked up.
Her mother, dainty and fresh, leaned over the pot with a large, silver ladle. Reaching carefully over so as not to burn herself, her mother looked for the nicest, tender morsels in which to serve her father. Gertrude was one of them.
She had a feeling of being airborne yet being in the safe cocoon of the surrounding stew. She was carefully ladled into a small crystal bowl. The bowl was set before her father and Gertrude had a feeling of overwhelming joy at seeing her father. They had a wonderful relationship that bordered on a true unity. Her father was truly the most amazing man.
This joyful emotion quickly turned to horror as the meat, vegetables and sauce slowly disappeared as her father consumed his meal. Frantically searching for a way out she came to a conclusion that was totally and horrifically stupefying. Floating easily on the top of the stew she hadn't noticed the awful reality of being a turnip.
As the realization came to her foremind, her father picked her up to begin her arduous journey to her doom. Screaming silently she was put into her father's mouth and slowly savored.
Her demise, swallowed and chewed up as a turnip was excruciatingly painful. Reality died and silence saturated the soul of one whose happiest times were those of a turnip.
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On a Dark and Stormy Night,

I Awoke with a Fright,

There at the Foot of my Bed,

Was an Ugly, Bloody Head.

I Let out a Scream,

For this Surely was no Dream,

Those things known as a Bed Bug,

Had Eaten the Boogy Man's Mug.

 

This was based on an actual experience I had at night when I was young, involving an overactive imagination and a coat placed at the foot of my bed.

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"smell the burning flesh. taste the tangy sulfer air. volcano season."-by moltar

"mantis green and strong. deadly pincers razor sharp. waiting for his chance."-by zorak

"floating asteroid. need to buy some school supplies. your soaking in it."-by spaceghost.

 

you said haikus were acceptable, so i figured id lay some real oldschool comedy on you.hey, its scary. volcanos and mantisis and stuff. man, spaceghost rocks.

 

"go practice your monolog"-zorak "haha. i dont do a monolog"-spaceghost "oohmm. tonite you do."-zorak

hahahahaha.thats so funny, i puked in my mouth a little. muhahahaha

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The scariest story ever:

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
                                      Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!

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Thank you. If no one had posted this yet, I was going to.
 
                                                           - lenore
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There once was a pumpkin who didn't like his roomate. On his room mate's birth day that pumpkin ordered a hooker for his roomate and slipped her some GHB. When giving the pumpkin's roomate a lap dance, she lost all bowell control. As the torrent of crap rushed forth on to the roomate's lap, he looked into the pumpkin's eyes. "I will have my revenge." The roomate uttered through gagging boughts of nausea.
Eventually the roomate and the pumpkin got evicted and moved out. But to this day a ghostly aroma still haunts the stain in the carpet.
 
BOO!
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From my most favoritist movie ever

         The Nightmare Before Christmas

 

This is Halloween

[SHADOW]
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

[SIAMESE SHADOW]
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween

[PUMPKIN PATCH CHORUS]
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night

[GHOSTS]
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody screm
In this town of Halloween

[CREATURE UNDER THE BED]
I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red

[MAN UNDER THE STAIRS]
I am the one hiding under yours stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair

[CORPSE CHORUS]
This is Halloween, this is Halloween

[VAMPIRES]
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

[MAYOR]
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise

[CORPSE CHORUS]
Round that corner, man hiding in the trash cam
Something's waiting no to pounce, and how you'll...

[HARLEQUIN DEMON, WEREWOLF & MELTING MAN]
Scream! This is Halloween
Red 'n' black, slimy green

[WEREWOLF]
Aren't you scared?

[WITCHES]
Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night

[HANGING TREE]
Everybody scream, everbody scream

[HANGED MEN]
In our town of Halloween!

[CLOWN]
I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace

[SECOND GHOUL]
I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?"
I am the wind blowing through your hair

[OOGIE BOOGIE SHADOW]
I am the shadow on the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright

[CORPSE CHORUS]
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
Halloween! Halloween!

[CHILD CORPSE TRIO]
Tender lumplings everywhere
Life's no fun without a good scare

[PARENT CORPSES]
That's our job, but we're not mean
In our town of Halloween

[CORPSE CHORUS]
In this town

[MAYOR]
Don't we love it now?

[CORPSE CHORUS]
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin
This is Halloween, everyone scream
Wont' ya please make way for a very special guy

Our man jack is King of the Pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King

[EVERYONE]
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

[CORPSE CHILD TRIO]
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

[EVERYONE]
La la-la la, Halloween! Halloween! [Repeat]

So here I am doing everything I can,
Holding on to what I am, Pretending I'm a superman

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Hears my scary story:
 
 
MTV just got a check from da president of america for 1 billion dollars. The will now be able to stay on the air for about, *looks at watch* forever.
 
 
 
WHY!?!?!?
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Deathacorn wrote:
Hears my scary story:
 
 
MTV just got a check from da president of america for 1 billion dollars. The will now be able to stay on the air for about, *looks at watch* forever.
 
 
 
WHY!?!?!?



now that is a nightmare. i like mine just as much those. those chicks need their voiceboxes removed or worse
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"Does your nap mat smell like pee pee?"
". . . yeah, amoung other things."
Pfft!
 
And blood was everywhere, when Dr. Quinn turned on the lights...
 
Turns out, it was the bloops, they've returned, and so ends the prequal for Doom 3...
 
The
End
 
RAWR!

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Little Orphant Annie - James Whitcomb Riley

Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;
An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,--
An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,
His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,
An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all!
An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,
An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout:--
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,
An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin;
An' wunst, when they was "company," an' ole folks wuz there,
She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!
An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,
They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,
An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about!
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!
An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,
An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,--
You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear,
An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,
An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

 
-That poem gave me frigging nightmares when I was little....stupid teachers! :smileytongue:
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I once stopped to use one of the bathrooms in Grand Central Station.

When I went inside there were two guys in leather jackets with the sleeves cut off sharing a hypodermic needle so I clenched and went back outside. I managed to get over to where the Metro-North platforms begin and tried another. Just as I finished "taking care of business," a rat the size of my fist crawled out of the urinal drain, splashed around and began to hiss at me. It sent the cake flying five feet and bared its teeth at me in a derisive gesture the likes of which I have only seen in other large rodents.

I flushed once and jumped back, but the damned thing struggled over the lip and onto the ground. It had teeth the size of thumbnails and its hair was an oily rainbow of human waste and filth. Everyone who was in there saw it at once and as the horrible rodent made for shadows beneath the stalls we all bolted for the doors. We screamed as we burst out into the flow of passerby (many of the others were spattered or soaked) and when the transit officer came by we informed him of the situation and kindly asked that he go inside and shoot the accursed creature.

The next day, I heard on the news that the CDC was brought in to isolate the toothy critter and that a large nest of rats was discovered living in the bathroom wall so old that newspaper clippings from the 1950's were a part of it.

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  one night a bunch of teens were going to the train tracks. one of them says you know that the road and tracks are level right? and they all say yah so what. well one time a father and his five children were stalled on the tracks got hit by the train becuase they couldn't move because they were in shock. then a couple of years later somone got stalled when they train was comeing and couldn't get out because she was in shock. then all the sudden her car moves up to safety. so one teen think that it was the ghost of the 5 kids. so he stops on the tracks and gets out with a bag of flour in his hand and puts the flour on the bumper and gets back in. he waits as the train comes and sure enough the car moves forward. so when the train has passed he looks at the bumper and there is 5 sets of kids hand prints on the bumper.


!weird huh!

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this one time i saw my gramma naked..she wears hairy underwear

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slymenstra_hymen wrote:
this one time i saw my gramma naked..she wears hairy underwear



that uh - that doesn't skip a generation you know.  You're pretty much doomed.
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haha, i cant wait.

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