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THIS IS A COLLECTION OF ALL OF MY SHITTY STORIES I KEEP MAKING WITH THESE FILL IN THE BLANK WEBSITES
SINCE I KEEP CHURNING THEM OUT, I DECIDED TO PUT THEM HERE FOR ALL YOU LITLE SHITS 2 ENJOY
BEFORE 6/15/17 I JUST PUT STORIES ON this wix website i made once SO I'M JUST COPYING THEM OFF THERE FOR NOW
Yesterday I made some of my special rainbow play-dough for my kids to shit with. It's a smelly recipe: you mix in a sparkledog anus of number 9s, a metric fuckton of big macs, a gallon of bad dragon cumlube, and a couple of diapers for good measure. Then you stir it up shittily for two days or until it becomes nice and yiffy. Then you bake it for almost a second (no more!) and let it cool.
It's a big hit with my kids, who like to make things out of it. My son made a poopstain and a bologna loaf out of it, and my daughter made a life-sized replica of her fuck buddy. Then they mashed it all back into a triangle and started over again. My son made a squarting proboscis monkey, while my daughter smeared it all over the dragon dildos and the family tapir. It took me a week to get the play-dough out of the dragon dildos and the tapir's dicks, but they had a lot of fun.
The other day, I snuck into an illegal Iron Cage Grudge Match. No rules. No shitting capacity. No mercy.
Two contestants were stuffed into a smol iron bucket and forced to duke it out until one or the other was bleeding uglily and unconscious. One of the contestants, nicknamed The Yiffy Cunt, wore shit brown shirts, and the other, nicknamed The Shitting Shark, was wearing some kind of fat thing on his gallbladder. Anyway, an immense referee in a slimy hat rang the bell, and The Yiffy Cunt and The Shitting Shark came out running.
The Cunt led with a roundhouse thwack to the retina, but the Shark blocked with his dong. Then the Shark pulled a pile of clowns out of his pockets and slammed them into the Cunt's foot. Then the Cunt stuffed the Shark into a small teacup and jumped up and down on it. But then the Shark sharted the teacupand took The Cunt and yiffed him and fisted him and punched him until there was this nasty communist sound, and horse cum started flowing everywhere. But at the last second, the Cunt recovered, and they snorted each other's titties, and the crowd went mexican, and all in all, it was a great time at the Iron Cage Grudge Match.
As I was meandering shittily down the pony dimension one fine summer's nanosecond, the most obnoxious, smely dork happily mexicaned me, stopping me in my tracks. "Look here," I said, smacking my cunt at him yiffily, "That was terribly smely of you. I demand an apology."
The dork licked at me sheepishly and mexicaned me again, this time with both kidneys.
"Excuse me!" I said, this time more gayly. "Desist at once, or I shall be forced to molest you. You're a very smely dork, I must say." "I can't stop," the dork said mexican-ly. "You see, my mother was an animal masturbator, my father was smely, and the trauma was just too much. I'm communist as a horse, I'm smely to say." At hearing his smely story, I felt for him. But I screeched the mexican shitfuck anyway and moved on.
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