Yeah, I know what you mean. It's the texture, I think. Pointy, but a good time. Hurts like hell, but feels so good the next day. Bad for your well-being, but great for your reputation. It brings up memories of a disenchanted youth. That's most likely it. It brings up vivid memories of the first time I had sex with Susana, the local delivery woman.

To be honest, I'm not sure what she even delivered. I think it was milk. It must have been milk, cause why else would I be thinking of milk? No, not milk. I bet it was the mail, now that I think about it. I bet she delivered the mail like nobody's fucking business. But the mail was my business. Because it had my address on it. Bitch was wrong about that.

It's a trust issue. How can you trust them? Who sends you this mail? There's so much of it, it's fucking sickening. I send most of it to you, but that's hardly the issue here. I'd never send you milk, wtf. That would be weird, and frankly, would cross a few too many boundaries. And boundaries are important, Renzo. Maybe one of the most important things in the world. Without boundaries, anyone could just walk up, slip their cold, refrigerated dick in your ear, and give your cerebral cortex a bit of a massage. Depending on the person's girth, it might be more like brain acupuncture. ACUPUNCTURE, Renzo. Think about it. That's not covered by your health insurance, is it? It's going to cost you money.

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All terrific points, but that still doesn't explain why Banora has such an itchy vag and asshole. I remember when I was kid, my mother would warn me about eating too much candy. She said that worms would grow in my intestines and my asshole would always itch. But I figured she was only saying that because she wanted to hurt my feelings.

But, as it turns out, eating lots of candy does lead to excessive itching of the vag and asshole. Now I don't have a vag. I gave my last one to my friend cause he needed it for prom, but I think we have found the reason. Stu, are you paying attention? We have found the reason why her vag itches and doesn't let her sleep. Oh man, I can't wait 'til she hears about this. A 'thank you' would be nice.

Well, I DO eat a lot of candy.

I bet your shit smells like Skittles and Now and Laters.

Thank you Renzo, THANK YOU TO HELL. I don't know what to say about your mother's advice though. I mean, this is a woman who grew her own lettuce in the garden. Which is 90% water, by the way. So, she was growing her own water, and I'm pretty sure that's illegal. Everywhere.

You see, water is the life-blood of our planet. So, she was growing blood, really. And by the looks of things, that blood grew big. Too big, some would say, but those misguided fools obviously don't know about growing blood like we do. It takes skill. Finesse. Style. Leather. All of these things.

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I'm off to bed. I could do this all day long

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Originally posted by Renzo I'm off to bed. I could do this all day long

Take it easy mate

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You picked the two candies I hate the most, Renzo.

Night!

Jesus fucking Christ, I'm in tears. Kudos to you guys, that's some of the finest material the COR has ever seen.

"Whatever you do, don't look her directly in the eyes!"

I hope this drunk bitch doesn't wake up.

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