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Didn't quite make it to the toilet today liquidity of solids in full disarray Underwear as victim stains that won't wash running down hallways no hope of panache The simplicity of horror guests pushed out of the way screaming down corridors docking the caterer's pay Wife did the shopping I think that I will die crap upon my hand a lousy single ply

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TemporalFugue

64 / M

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Written by

TemporalFugue

64 / M

Published: Oct 19, 2016
LinesWords: 1963

Notes: I think my Dad, has actually found a place that sells 0.5 ply :D
Tags: #humor #adult #merde

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