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An irritatating itch ,son of a ***** what is happening down there, on my nice pert rear,with a mirror ,take a look Oh my god what the Fork ,is that,hanging there bunch of grapes ,quiet a pair ,and the pain ,no concealing , a most unpleasant feeling, "get the cream,get the cream, no not deep heat,I will scream " On the tissue there is blood ,oh my god thats not good , "Oh consultant what to do,such pain when I POO" Lady doctor takes a look ,with a camera ,and then books me in to have a band ,fitted ,in again with her hand ",there all done,be fine " banded it ,let it die, so no longer am I annoyed with my Haemorrhoids
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
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An irritatating itch ,son of a ***** what is happening down there, on my nice pert rear,with a mirror ,take a look Oh my god what the Fork ,is that,hanging there bunch of grapes ,quiet a pair ,and the pain ,no concealing , a most unpleasant feeling, "get the cream,get the cream, no not deep heat,I will scream " On the tissue there is blood ,oh my god thats not good , "Oh consultant what to do,such pain when I POO" Lady doctor takes a look ,with a camera ,and then books me in to have a band ,fitted ,in again with her hand ",there all done,be fine " banded it ,let it die, so no longer am I annoyed with my Haemorrhoids
stuart-robert-sims
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
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