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The 4th in my infamous COUNT ORLOK sequence The sweat pours down my back As I pound into her Grunting like a hippo (me, not her, as corpses tend not to grunt, at least in my wide experience as a corpse-shagger) And her bloodless body Gets another load of my filth Up the back trapdoor; And, to think, I still have A good bucketful of blood To drink for supper When I get back home, Unless it's coagulated by now, In which case I shall be well ****** off. And may have to send out for a chinkie takeaway instead.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
The Hideous Deeds of the Vile COUNT ORLOK
The 4th in my infamous COUNT ORLOK sequence The sweat pours down my back As I pound into her Grunting like a hippo (me, not her, as corpses tend not to grunt, at least in my wide experience as a corpse-shagger) And her bloodless body Gets another load of my filth Up the back trapdoor; And, to think, I still have A good bucketful of blood To drink for supper When I get back home, Unless it's coagulated by now, In which case I shall be well ****** off. And may have to send out for a chinkie takeaway instead.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
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