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The Fetus
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Toxic File #1
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Centre of Eternity - 615.552.5747 3/24 Baud 40 Megs Lotsa Files
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HQ of The Esoteric Society and Toxic Shock
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!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@$%^&*
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Eons ago...Before Earth...Before the Universe...Before time...Before "I
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Am"...Yes, even before Cow, there existed a force of unequaled power and
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destructive force...the mighty Coathanger!
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Coathanger was a multidimensional entity, existing in all places and in
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none, for He was all-in-all, all-that-is. He alone could truly have been called
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an opposite of Creator. Coathanger the Malevolent, Coathanger the Destroyer,
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Coathanger the Barbarian, Coathanger the Pissed Off...All names given to the
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Mighty One. He alone had the power to destroy, to pervert, to anger. To Him
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all feelings against peacefulness were given.
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Coathanger desired followers. But He was Destruction, not Creation. Only
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by perversion and rage could followers be gained.
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Creator, too, desired followers. Shared Omnipotence with Loud Mouth was
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not the desired existence Creator had in mind. In a vain attempt to impress
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Coathanger, Creator willed the Universe into existence, a place for his
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followers to occupy. With a mighty "Uuuuuumph!" Creator brought Man into
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existence, giving his puppets a small ball of dirt to develop on. With an
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almighty sigh, Creator lay back to nap, laughing softly at Coathanger's
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bewilderment.
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Rage filled The Mighty One's existence. Would that he could only create as
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Softy could. He looked upon Creation, and said "This is not good. Ahhh, but
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what is THIS? Man. Creator desires followers... I shall make them my own... I
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shall corrupt their minds..."
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--And down on The Ball Of Dirt--
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"Aw, C'mon, I didn't mean what I said about you being dickless! Hey, give
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me another chance! Stop walking away! Wo, man!"
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The other stopped, pondering the other's statements... "Wo, man? Wo man.
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Woman. I like that. I'll stay if you agree that I am Woman, and you are but
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Man."
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"Oh, alright, whatever..."
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Woman began to take in her surroundings. They were in a cave, a dirty one
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at that. Rocks were strewn everywhere...Mess Mess Mess Mess...She suddenly had
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an urge to remove the clutter. She began picking up the rocks and, with an
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armful of them, walked out of the cave. As she neared the exit, she dropped a
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rock, and bent to pick it up.
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Man sat upon a moss-covered rock, watching Woman clean the cave. Well,
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actually, he was watching the rounded posterior of Woman cleaning the cave. But
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when she bent to pick up the rock, Man noticed something ELSE! A hairy mass on
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the other side, where her dick should have been. Only, when she bent, the mass
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parted, and Man stared in lustful awe at the delicious looking pink flesh. Hey,
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there's a HOLE in there! Man suddenly noticed that his dick was erect! Perhaps
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there is a connection between the two events...Hmmm...
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Woman finally got the rock, and stood erect once again. Man lost sight of
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the mound of lust-meat. Slowly he lost his erection, and suddenly the two rock
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type things below his dick were aching. He rolled off the rock in pain,
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wondering what it was that Woman's hole was for...
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Looking for a suitable place to dump the rocks, Woman walked farther and
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farther from the cave. She spotted a gulley near a copse of trees, and headed
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towards it. As she came close to the trees, she noticed that they all bore
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fruit. One fruit in particular appealed strongly to her. It was a glossy red
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thing, it looked delicious.
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"NO!" A booming voice echoed through Woman's slightly emtpy head, causing
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her to drop all of the rocks, which fortunately rolled into the gulley.
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"What? Who said that?"
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"NO, CUNT. EAT NOT THE FRUIT OF THIS TREE. I AM YOUR CREATOR. I MADE
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YOU. IF YOU DISOBEY ME, I SHALL TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR WHAT HAPPENS. DON'T
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SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU. NOW BE ON YOUR WAY, CUNT."
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"Cunt? CUNT? You sexist, male-chauvanistic ---" ZZzzzaaaaapBOOOM! As
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the lightning bolt shattered a nearby tree, she decided that maybe she should
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ignore the name-calling this time.
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"Ah well... Since the rocks are dumped, guess I may as well go back and
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dust the cave now..."
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"Psssssssst...Hey, you. Cm'here."
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Woman looked around in confusion, trying to find the source of the voice.
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She didn't SEE anyone...Hmmm...Oh! There, in the tree with that delicious red
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thing in it...She saw something, a shadow...
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"Eeeeeeek! A SNAKE! A SNAKE! A SNAKE! HELP!"
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"Shaddup! be quiet! Ssssssssshhhhhhh! I ain't a snake, lady, look!"
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That which was speaking dropped from the tree, and woman looked down upon
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it in bewilderment.
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"Hey, you AREN'T a snake....You're a....a...a dick!"
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"Yes, all-knowing Woman, you are correct. But this is only a shape, a
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shape for guidance."
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"Guidance? What the HELL good is a DICK?"
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"Eat the fruit...Yesssss, eat the fruit! It shall give you KNOWLEDGE,
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knowledge of what is good and evil...IT shall provide you with all the
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answers..."
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"Hmmm...Well, I dunno, Loud Voice In My Head told me NOT to, don't think I
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WANT to..."
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"It'll give ya equal rights!"
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Woman leaped for the nearest tree, climbing up it in search for the biggest
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fruit she could find. Ah, at last, she found what she was looking for, and
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jumped back to the ground. She turned to thank The Dick-Shape, but it was gone.
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"Hmmm, oh well, I'll find him later." She nibbled the fruit...There was a
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wet sweetness in her mouth as cool juices flowed in. She took a bigger
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bite...This time, though, it was different...It was salty and hot...But she
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LIKED it! It was GOOD! Oh, she had to have MORE! She began taking huge bites
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out of the fruit. She picked more of the fruit, eating it all, gorging herself
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on it! A tingling sensation spread throughout the mound of hair-covered flesh
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between her legs! A wetness developed, a soft itching feeling started. Oh, she
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HAD to have something inside it! Oh Oh Oh! The Dick! It would be perfect! She
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MUST have it! But it was gone! Oh, she WANTED it! She NEEDED it! MAN HAD
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ONE!
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Woman ran as fast as she could, trailing a stream of hot pussy juices as
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she neared the cave. "MAN! COME!" She burst into the cave, Man lying on the
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floor. As She entered, he looking up, and his Dick suddenly took on the shape
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of the one that had spoken to her!
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She mounted! A warm tingling sensation spread over Man's cock, the muscles
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of Cunt pulsating and vibrating and working at Cock. Man rolled her over and
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mounted Doggy-Style.
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Moans of ecstacy came from Woman's throat, Man began to pump his hips.
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"Fuck me Alex, errr Adam! FUCK me Adam! FUCK ME ADAM! FUCK ME ADAM!
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FUCK ME! HARDER! HARDER FASTER FASTER HARDER FASTER PUMP IT BABY FUCK ME FUCK
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ME HARDER FASTER RAM IT DOWN OH ALL THE WAY IN ME OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
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The hot juices of love burst from Cock, mingling with the flood of Cunt
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Love-Juice, Man and Woman stunned by the fee,ings, too awed to move. Man
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unmounted and laid on the floor, looking at Woman's Hole, knowing now what that
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was for. He was tired, oh so tired, this was exhausting...
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"Adam... Do it again... I want MORE! I NEED IT! GIVE IT TO ME!"
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"No babe, I'm tired, can't we wait?"
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"NOW!!!" She leaped through the air and slammed her Venus Mound down onto
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Man's still throbbing Love Muscle. If he was too tired to fuck her, she'd just
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have to fuck him. She rammed him, rolled him over and suddenly he too got
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involved. Both their hips bucked in passion, and once again they came together.
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"OOOooooh that was Good! Don't stop, let's do it MORE! Up my ass this
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time! RAM me up my HOT PULSATING ASS!"
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Adam rolled his Partner over, and mounted her ass from behind, rammed his
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Cock DEEEEEEEEEP into her Shit Hole. He fucked her harder and faster, he'd
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never known anything this TIGHT would feel so GOOD! He didn't hear her screams
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of pain, all he knew was that THIS BUTT'S FOR HIM!
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"OOoooohhhh!!" Adam came all in Eve's ass, oozing his love-gum all inside
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her, which seemed to ease her pain a little... She pulled away from his ass,
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and laid down on an animal skin... Dick was right...She now knew the difference
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between Good and Evil, and ass-fucking was definitely EVIL.
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"Don't ever do that again, Adam... I can't take that again..."
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"I know what you mean...Look, you shit on my dick!"
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Coathanger looked upon his work with satisfaction. Woman had partaken of
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the Aphrodisiac Apple... With the lusts of sex, and what would soon follow, He
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would soon have the followers he desired...
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The next day Adam and Eve again mounted in the throes of passion, fucking
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each other's brains out... They did it in the cave, on the cave, in the trees,
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on the ground, in the river, everywhere. For weeks, the pair engaged in the
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kinkiest sex-rites that the human mind can devise, and a few that they had to
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borrow from some of the animals. Such a Fuck-Fest has never been equalled in
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all eternity. And the reason for this soon made itself clear. . .
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"Hey bitch, I want your cunt, give it to me."
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"Not now, I have a headache."
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"Headache my ass, I ain't fucking your ears, I want a piece and I mean to
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have it!" Adam made a move to force himself on his Woman and promptly receive a
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blow in the balls.
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Woman felt sorry for what she had done, she had no idea that simply kneeing
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him would have caused such pain... She must keep a note of that, but she felt
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she must also make up for it... "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
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"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh....Like that's...gonna...do a lot...of good...<GASP>"
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Eve knelt down beside Adam and kissed the head of his dick. Man's eyes lit
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up. "HEY, that felt GOOD! Do it some more, hey, use your whole mouth!"
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___________________________________________________________________________
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Toxic Shock Presents
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_______|)--<||> Horny Toad Spree <||>--(|_______
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) \/ \/ (
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A 12/04/89 by Gross Genitalia A
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Head-to-Hole TS #2 Head-to-Hole
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[Centre of Eternity.....40 megs.....3/12/2400 baud............615-552-5747]
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Phucked up. That's how my life's been for the last 3 years. Phuckin phucked.
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Problems at home, problems at school, problems with friends, you name it,
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it was all happening. Until I met two of the most beautiful girls I've ever
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seen, Tracy and Suzanne. They were simply perfect; roundest asses, biggest
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breasts with prefect rounded curves. Tracy and I became good friends, and
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then Suzanne moved here from California. Tracy and Suzanne became good
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friends, and it was through Tracy that I met Suzanne. Over the first few
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months of our friendships, we all three hung out alot - we went to the
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movies, cruising, and hanging out with just about everyone else we knew.
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But not until about 7 months ago did anything go any further. It happened
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this way.
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We had been to the late movie one Friday night and we decided rather
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than go home we'd all just crash at Suzanne's house. Her parents were
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in Texas at a convention, so we thought it'd be beest to crash there.
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I was taking a shower and I heard Tracy and Suzanne in the next room
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talking about guys. I thought nothing of it until they begin to get
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engrossed in a deep conversation about sex. I pretended to be taking a
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shower but all the while I was listening to the two of them talk. I
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finished taking my shower and passed through the room. They both looked
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at me and told me to sit down. As the conversation proceeded, we were
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all talking openly about sex. We were all three becoming closer friends,
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finding out each other's deepest fantasies and lusts. Before I even
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comprehended what was happening, Suzanne began running her hand up my
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leg. She unzipped my Levi's jeans and slid them to the floor. I placed
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my hands on her breasts, I removed her tight halter top and draped it
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across the chair. Her nipples were hard and projecting. She grabbed
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my now fully erect cock and began licking it passionately. I grabbed
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her tits and rubbed her nipples; I could tell she was starting to
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turn on fully. I pulled her head away from my dick. We looked each
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other in the eyes. We did not experience shame; only a deep inner
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understanding for each other. Tracy sat there, somewhat unbelieving,
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somewhat jealous. Her two closest friends were making out and it
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kind of sickened her. I pulled Suzanne to her feet and led her
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to her bedroom. I laid on the bed, by this time fully naked and
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increasingly horny. She slid her tight jeans to the floor, revealing
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her tight and well-formed thighs. I grabbed her lace panties and slowly
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pulled them to the floor, revealing her by this time wet pussy in all
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its glory. She turned sit on the bed and I got for the first time a
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good view of her ass. It was simply perfect; every curve was in its
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place and it was altogether a very nice ass, to bluntly put it. She
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licked my cock several times and said "hey baby, let's do 69's all
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night". I thought she was joking but she turned and began licking
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my cock again, and she was in the ever-famed position; her pussy
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was only inches away from my face. She began sucking on my dick,
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it felt exceptionally good, and I told her so. I began licking
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her juices and eating her out. I thrust my tongue as deep as I
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could into her vagina; she moaned and began sucking my dick harder.
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We continued our oral acts for several minutes; each just dying to
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climax but teasing each other and slacking off so we couldn't come.
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I got up off the bed for a moment and she moaned in ecstacy and
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thrust herself forward to the side of the bed and continued
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giving me head. I backed off and she turned forward; she now lay
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spread-eagled on the bed. I got onto the bed and lay above her. She
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grabbed my dick and began whacking me off, and before I could come she
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stopped. She laughed. I sucked on her tits and she moaned. We felt an
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urge coming on; I entered her slowly and slick as a rabbit. She put her
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hands on my ass, I licked and sucked her tits. Our first fuck seemingly
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lasted forever. We both climaxed and she moaned loudly; we came as one.
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I licked the cum off her pussy, she sucked the cum off of my dick.
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We came out of the bedroom and Tracy was sitting on the couch,
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dumbfounded. Her two closest friends had just fucked. I took Tracy
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home, she hardly spoke. The next day Suzanne and I went to the mall,
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Tracy stayed home, somehwta mad at us both. That night I went to
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Tracy's house, and the same thing happened. Tracy and I were sitting
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in her bedroom listening to music, we began to kiss. I pulled off
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her shirt and bra and begin licking her firm tits. She pulled down
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my pants and began whacking me off. Finally we threw in the towel
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and just stripped each other down completely naked. We licked and
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sucked for several minutes, stopping to realize that the two of us
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were actually making out. We were both to the point where we were
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simply bursting with cum, and we fucked. She seemed to feel a deeper
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sense of sex than did Suzanne. When we were done we licked each other's
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cum and I went home.
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The next night the three of us were together again. Tracy and I
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finally broke down and told Suzanne that we had fucked. But instead
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of Suzanne being pissed, she took it well. She was happy to see that
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we all got along, both friendly and sexually. We talked for awhile,
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then we all decided to go take a shower together. Running some mildly
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hot water, we all "showered". Suzanne grabbed my erect cock and
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began whacking me off. Tracy slid two fingers in my asshole. Suzanne
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stopped and spanked Tracy on the ass. Tracy giggled. I slid my
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snake into Suzanne's cunt and playing with her tits with one hand.
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With the other hand I fingered Tracy. We took turns. I then switched
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and entered Tracy; fingering Suzanne. They both came. Then they
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took turns sucking my dick until I finally came; it was very
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pleasurable. We finished our shower by washing the cum off of each
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other.
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Night after night we all made out, sucked, and fucked. Finally
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we got where we couldn't have enough. Tracy was good and breaking
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and entering. Suzanne was smooth and could steal shit without
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getting caught. I could take control easily and could get away
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with whatever I wanted. Our three abilities put together, we
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decided we could break into people's houses and rape them to
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satisfy our growing sexual urges. We loved the taste, smell, and
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feel of each other's cum, and we wanted to see what other people's
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cum was like. The first house we ever broke into was picked
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completely at random. We were slick. We could disguise ourselves
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easily and we went protected so no traces of fingerprints or
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semen could be found. We broke into our first house at approximately
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midnight. We found the first bedroom of the house, a nine-year-old
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child slept soundly. We left her alone. We came to the parent's
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bedroom. As the couple slept (we had no idea who the fuck they were)
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we bound their hands and feet to the bedposts. We gagged them and then
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shut and locked the door. As Tracy and I yanked on the bonds to
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tighten them fully, Suzanne pounced on the man and ripped his
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clothes off savagely. I was amazed to see such forcefulness. My cock
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began to rise, and Tracy grabbed the man's dick and began sucking
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it viciously. I watch for a moment, and then the wife turned to
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me. She tried her damnedest to scream but the gag prevented her. My
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cleverly disguised face blended with the dark of the room and I
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ripped the woman's bra off. I sucked on her tits the rammed my hand
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down her gown to her cunt. I fingered her for a minute then threw
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off her gown and slid my dick ever-so-slyly into her and banged
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the bitch. She was quite good. I did not lick her juices afterward,
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I was afraid we were going to wake the child if we stayed much
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longer. Tracy and Suzanne were taking turns sucking the man's dick
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and fucking him. He came, against his will, and both Tracy and
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Suzanne shared the taste of his cum. They found it most interesting,
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different from mine. Suzanne threw a thin sheet over both of their
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heads and we left through a back door. We called it a night and
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we all went home. We talked the next night about the events and
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we found that we all enjoyed the experience and power of bondage
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and rape.
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We planned another "spree" and soon we picked another house;
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a house in which we knew there were some teenagers. We broke into
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the house and located the teenager's bedrooms. Tracy and Suzanne
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found a guy, about 17, and they bonded him and performed sexual
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acts upon him as they did upon the man before, this time only
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better, more clever, more powerful. I entered the room of
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a 16-year-old girl, nice looking and with damn big breasts.
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I bonded her, blindfolded her and gagged her. I played around
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only a few minutes; it took me no time to fuck her good and
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be on my way. We left just as easily as we came (ha! a play on
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words). We went back to Tracy's house and discussed the events
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and found them to be even more enjoyable than those of the previous
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night. We decided next time we had a "horny spree" we would find
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us some fine quality teenage guys and bitches.
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We talked openly for a few hours and joked around, calling
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ourselves a "bunch of little horny toads". Thus came about our
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next few months of "horny toad sprees"; enjoying sex and ecstacy
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to its fullest.
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More sex recounts to come soon (another play on words), I
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fear being caught in the act and going to hell..er..jail, but
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for now Tracy, Suzanne, and I will continue to ravage the town
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and fulfill our deepest sexual desires; with each other and with
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those around us.
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___________________________________________________________________________
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Toxic Shocke Presents:
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_______ /\ /\ _______
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_______|)--<||> 50 Uses for the Household Pussy <||>--(|_______
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) \/ \/ (
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A 12/04/89 by Gross Genitalia A
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Head-to-Hole Head-to-Hole
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Production Toxic Shock File #3 Production
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[Centre of Eternity.....40 megs.....3/12/2400 baud............615-552-5747]
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___________________________________________________________________________
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Pussy. Yeah, that nice wet soft female sex object us guys just fuckin flip
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out over. But what happens when that nice young female dies? Oh yeah if
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you're a fuckin gross-ass necropheliac you can keep her and use that
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stone-hard bitch as a fuck doll, but nah. You've loved her cunt for a long
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long time, why not keep it? Put that bitch to use. Here I present:
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50 uses for the household pussy
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-------------------------------
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1. So you've got your dead bitch's twat. What can you do with it? Use it
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to apply shoe polish to your finest Sunday shoes.
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2. When you're horny as hell just remember your sweet, but now deceased,
|
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girlfriend and put her cunt in your hand to masturbate with.
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3. Use it as a sponge to wash your car.
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4. Use it as a coaster for your drinks.
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5. Having guests over for dinner? Top your favorite casserole with it.
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6. Use it as a table centerpiece at your annual banquet of America's
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most prestigeous businessmen.
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7. Hey, it's reusable toilet paper!
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8. Give it to your new girlfriend as a makeup brush.
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9. Bake it in the oven and use it as steel wool to scour pots and pans.
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10. Use it as a speaker grill on your finest 200 watt speaker system.
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11. Tie it to a string and let your dog chase it.
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12. Hang it on the hood ornament of your car.
|
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13. Tack it to a piece of wood and put it out for a door knocker.
|
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14. Use it for a toupee! HAHAHA!
|
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|
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|
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15. Double your luck at the fuck. Tape in onto your new girlfriend so
|
|||
|
|
now you've got double the pussy!
|
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|
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|
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16. Miss your girlfriend? Tape it between your NEW girlfriend's tits
|
|||
|
|
and bury your face in it. Have some of the old and some of the new, too.
|
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|
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|
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17. Use it for mittens in winter.
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18. Fill it with some foam rubber and try your hand at some racquetball.
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|
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19. Stretch it out and use it as a fish net.
|
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|
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20. Or stretch it out and give it to your new girlfriend as a pair of
|
|||
|
|
fish net hose.
|
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21. Wanna be gross? Tape it to your butt crevice. Whack off with one
|
|||
|
|
hand and finger your asshole thru the deceased cunt as if it were
|
|||
|
|
your girlfriend.
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|
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|
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22. Mix it in with your alfalfa sprouts.
|
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|
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|
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23. Have too many past girlfriends? Kill them all and take their pussies.
|
|||
|
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Throw them in a bathtub and jump in. Hell now you're surrounded by all
|
|||
|
|
kinds of cold, sweet, stinky pussy. Ain't it great?
|
|||
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|
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|
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24. Run out of fishing line? String all those black hairs together so
|
|||
|
|
you'll always have some spare line on hand.
|
|||
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|
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|
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25. Throw it in a plastic bag and squeeze it when you get horny.
|
|||
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|
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|
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26. Tape it to your new girlfriend's mouth so not only will you be
|
|||
|
|
throwin your tongue down her throat but you'll have the pleasure of
|
|||
|
|
throwing your tongue thru your OLD girlfriend's pussy.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
27. Use it in place of a feather duster.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
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28. Use it for a small scale mop.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
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29. Put it in your tuna fish salad to simulate the real taste and
|
|||
|
|
aroma of that pussy.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
30. Wear it around your neck like black people wear the Africa
|
|||
|
|
symbols and Cadillac hood ornaments.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
31. Hang it on the antenna of your car.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
32. Tie it to a string and tie the string to the trailer hitch of
|
|||
|
|
your car and let the bitch fly down the road.
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
33. After baking it for using as steel wool, wash it and bake it
|
|||
|
|
again to use as a hairbrush.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
34. Lose your wallet? This cold stuff cunt will do just fine.
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
35. Tie it on the end of a rope and swing it out at cars as
|
|||
|
|
they drive down the road.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
36. Pull up to the McDonald's drive-thru and tape it to the
|
|||
|
|
speaker thingie where you order your food.
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
37. Or keep it until you get to the window and then throw it in
|
|||
|
|
and drive off.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
38. Go inside McDonald's and tape the pussy to the cash registers.
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
39. Got the guts? The equipmet? Climb up to a billboard and paint,
|
|||
|
|
in big bold letters, "Free PUSSY!". Tack several pussies to the
|
|||
|
|
billboard then draw and arrow from the text to the pussy.
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
40. Option for above: Do that and then put at the bottom:
|
|||
|
|
"Just call <Your best friend's telephone number>!!"
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
41. Pour alcohol on it and use it to clean the heads on your floppy
|
|||
|
|
disk drives.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
42. Put soap on it and use it to clean YOUR head! (Not the one on
|
|||
|
|
your shoulders, either!)
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
43. Put in on a boxing glove and go around punching out all your
|
|||
|
|
worst enemies. Not only do they get a black eye but also the smell
|
|||
|
|
of dead rotting cunt embedded into their system.
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
44. Go to a doctor's office, open up the damn Reader's Digest,
|
|||
|
|
stick in the cunt then close it. Hang around and watch people
|
|||
|
|
find a cunt when they expected to see "Build Your Word Power".
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
45. Go in to see the doctor, show him the cunt and say you passed
|
|||
|
|
this thing with your stools this morning.
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
46. Go to the local Kroger's. Throw a spare dead cunt into the
|
|||
|
|
lobster tank. Bury one somewhere in the produce section.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
47. They got a cafeteria? Dump the bitch somewhere in the food line.
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
48. Go into Big Lots, where all the niggers shop, have your cunt
|
|||
|
|
handy. No not YOURS, I hope you guys don't have both! You know
|
|||
|
|
what I mean. Put the cunt on top of the manager's head then
|
|||
|
|
announce "Yo niggas, whassup? There's some free sweet pussy up
|
|||
|
|
here, come and get it!" See if the manager doesn't get mobbed with
|
|||
|
|
a thousand blacks trying to mob the son of a bitch.
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
49. Go to the local K-Mart film department, fill out an envelope,
|
|||
|
|
and stuff in the pussy as the "film" to be developed...
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
50. While at K-Mart, tape the pussy to the big blue light, turn the
|
|||
|
|
bitch on, and announce a fuckin Blue Light Special, Free Cunt for All!
|
|||
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|
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|
|||
|
|
Oh well, I m totally twisted and demented and just fucked out right now,
|
|||
|
|
if I think of more ideas I'll come out with "More Uses for the
|
|||
|
|
Common Household Pussy". Let me know if you have any ideas. Put that
|
|||
|
|
dead stiff cunt to work for you.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
12/04/89 by Gross Genitalia.
|
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|
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|
|
Centre of Eternity - 40 megs - 12/2400 baud - lots of files - 615-552-5747
|
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|
|
|
|||
|
|
The Followers of Fetus are: Bloody Afterbirth, Fetal Juice, Gross Genitalia,
|
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|
|
Tasty Abortion and Twisted Testicles.
|
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|
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|
___________________________________________________________________________
|
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|
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|
|
(____) Toxic Shock Presents (____)
|
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|
|
\ / \ /
|
|||
|
|
\/ Freddy Meets the Gestapo \/
|
|||
|
|
TS #4
|
|||
|
|
12/05/89 by Gross Genitalia
|
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|
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[Centre of Eternity.....40 megs.....3/12/2400 baud............615-552-5747]
|
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|
___________________________________________________________________________
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|
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|
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|
|
Little Freddy had always been notorious for stirring up shit on the
|
|||
|
|
local boards. He had been threatened numerous times by many users, Little
|
|||
|
|
Freddy just laughed and laughed. One time one of the users showed up at
|
|||
|
|
Freddy's front door. Freddy became son scared he pissed in his pants and
|
|||
|
|
ran to his mommy, who in turn stepped to the door and told the user not
|
|||
|
|
to ever be bothering her pansy defenseless son again. It got to the
|
|||
|
|
point where Little Freddy was kicked off all the local boards. He was
|
|||
|
|
so bored now he didn't know what to do. This began Freddy's change of
|
|||
|
|
tune, which led to his worst of nightmares.
|
|||
|
|
Little Freddy was about 13 years old. He was in middle school and
|
|||
|
|
was exceptionally stupid and insecure. Everyone picked on him because
|
|||
|
|
he tried his damnest to bug the shit out of everyone. One of the other
|
|||
|
|
local users, about his age, also went to Freddy's middle school. This
|
|||
|
|
other user had already thrown Freddy into the showers and dunked his
|
|||
|
|
head in the bowl in the boy's locker room, and was about to do the
|
|||
|
|
same again. Freddy's life was one of solitude, the few friends he had
|
|||
|
|
were geeks even scrawnier than he.
|
|||
|
|
As Freddy sat at home one night, he realized the severity of his
|
|||
|
|
boredom. Ideas began brewing in his head. Late that night, past his
|
|||
|
|
usual bedtime of 8:00, Freddy decided that if the local users wouldn't
|
|||
|
|
have him, maybe out-of-state users would. Freddy was too damned dumb
|
|||
|
|
to write a code hacker, so he had leeched one from the local 60 meg
|
|||
|
|
AE about a month ago. At about that time his file transfer priveledges
|
|||
|
|
were stripped from his account. The program was a multi-port multi-carrier
|
|||
|
|
hacker that Phukt Sector had written called "Phuk-a-Code". Freddy did
|
|||
|
|
not understand what the fuck this meant, he just knew it must be good
|
|||
|
|
since it did so many things that he just didn't understand. He ran
|
|||
|
|
Phuk-a-code, set some parameters, let it fly then shut off his screen.
|
|||
|
|
He sat on his bed for awhile then his mother came in. She kissed him
|
|||
|
|
on the cheek, which turned him on, and told him to hurry up and go
|
|||
|
|
to bed. She left and shut his door. After he heard his parent's
|
|||
|
|
bedroom door shut he lifted up his mattress and pulled out a wrinkled
|
|||
|
|
photo he had gotten from one of his geek friends. The photo had been
|
|||
|
|
pulled from an outdated issue of Penthouse magazine; it was of a
|
|||
|
|
scraggly-looking whore laying spread-eagled on the bed. Although
|
|||
|
|
little Freddy didn't fully understand the picture (mind you he was a
|
|||
|
|
dumbass fuckup), he would still sit and gaze at it for several minutes
|
|||
|
|
at a time. He would then whip his half-hard tiny dick out of his
|
|||
|
|
pajamas and begin fondling it. He would continue to gaze at the picture.
|
|||
|
|
He would then clench his dick in his hand and begin jacking off, still
|
|||
|
|
gazing into the uncomprehended picture. He got no feeling from it,
|
|||
|
|
yet he continued to whack off. He whacked and whacked until he tired
|
|||
|
|
himself out, clicked off the light, then went to sleep.
|
|||
|
|
He woke up the next morning and clicked on his computer screen.
|
|||
|
|
No codes had been recorded. He had heard some of knowledgable hackers
|
|||
|
|
of the local area talking about how tightly the phone companies were
|
|||
|
|
watching out for phreakers and hackers. He did have a small speck of
|
|||
|
|
intelligence as he turned off the computer before going to school;
|
|||
|
|
he knew it would be dumb to leave it hacking through the day. He
|
|||
|
|
went off to school as usual, his dick aching from last night.
|
|||
|
|
All through the day little Freddy thought about going home and
|
|||
|
|
hacking out codes. Finally 3 o'clock came, and he hopped on the
|
|||
|
|
school bus. When the bus driver stopped in front of his house he
|
|||
|
|
was out the door before it had hardly opened. He rushed inside and
|
|||
|
|
clicked on his computer, eagerly loading Phuk-a-Code. He input the
|
|||
|
|
parameters to continue hacking from where he had stopped last night,
|
|||
|
|
and Phuk-a-code set to work. He ran downstairs to get some milk and
|
|||
|
|
cookies and rushed back upstairs to start on his homework.
|
|||
|
|
He had just finished his math and was about to start on science
|
|||
|
|
when his computer produced a few short beeping sounds. Overjoyed,
|
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Little Freddy dashed over and slammed on the monitor switch. Sure
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enough, there was a valid code sitting on the screen. Freddy hurriedly
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copied it down and broke out of Phuk-a-code. He stuck in ASCII Express
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and went to dial mode. AE dialed the 950 port and the code, and Freddy
|
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heard the pause in the tone. He was getting too excited. AE paused
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and then dialed the number to an 80 meg board he knew of in Arizona.
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(Arizona? Oh well, many places are barren so will make for a nice place
|
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to set up a mock board...) Yeah, it was, er, Cattle Molestors Anonymous,
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yeah, that's what it was. He soon saw "Connect 1200" and he just about
|
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fell out of his chair. Gee, we must give him some credit, he's a fucked
|
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up loser schmuck fartsniffer, surely we can't go so far as to give him
|
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300 baud, can we? Oh well. He entered "NEW" at the prompt and proceeded
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to fill out a new-user application. He got into the system and sat there
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stunned for a few minutes.
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[Cattle Molestor's Anonymous][Command] Bulletin boards
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Wait...loading.
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[#1/The Cow Pit] Command:Post a bulletin
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Address to: ALL U K00L PEOPLZ
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Title: HEY D00DZ HOW R U?
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Cattle Molestors Anonymous AE
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1-602-4-PHUK-ME 60 megs
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ENTER on blank line to edit.
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-----------------------------
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1. HEY GUYS, I AM CALLING HERE FROM FLORIDA AINT THIS KEEN? I AM USING
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2. SPRINT TO CALL HERE BECAUSE I HACKED THIS CODE OUT WITH PHUK-A-CODE.
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3. ONE OF MY FRIENDS WROTE IT. DO ANY OF U D00DZ WANT TO TRADE SOME
|
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4. WAREZ? MY LATEST AND KEEN WARE IS ULTIMA III. I COPIED IT FROM THE
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5. TEACHER AT MY MIDDLE SK00L. MY VOICE NUMBER IS 555-1234. OH YEAH
|
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6. I GUESS U NEED THE AREA CODE SO THAT'S 813. CALL ME SOMETIME IF YOU
|
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7. WANT 2 TRADE. I GUESS I'LL GO SEE IF THIS BOARD HAS ANY WAREZ I
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8. WANT. I WILL ALSO UPLOAD STICKBEAR ABC'S IF ANY OF U D00DZ WANT
|
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9. IT. FIRST I NEED TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO USE THE X-MODEM OPTION IN
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10. THIS PROGRAM.
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11. L8R
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12. FREDDY
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13.
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CMA AE: Abort, Continue, Delete, Edit, Insert, New, Save: Save message
|
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Saving...wait.
|
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[#1/The Cow Pit] Command:Quit to main
|
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[Cattle Molestor's Anonymous][Command] File transfers
|
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|
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|
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|
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Sorry, you do not yet have access to the AE section.
|
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[Cattle Molestor's Anonymous][Command] Feedback to the Head Cow
|
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|
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Title: FILZ AND STUFF
|
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Cattle Molestors Anonymous AE
|
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1-602-4-PHUK-ME 60 megs
|
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ENTER on blank line to edit.
|
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-----------------------------
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|
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1. HEY MR. SYS-OP, I WOULD MUCHLY APPRECIATE ACCESS TO YOUR FILE TRANSFER
|
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2. SECTION. I WANT TO SEE IF YOU HAVE ANY PROGRAMS I MIGHT NEED. I HAVE
|
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|
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3. SOME WARZ TO UPLOAD IF YOU WANT THEM AND I CAN CALL OFTEN BECAUSE I
|
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|
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4. HAVE A SPRINT CODE. I LEFT YOU MY REAL VOICE NUMBER SO YOU CAN CALL
|
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5. ME BY VOICE SOMETIME AND WE CAN TALK. L8R.
|
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6.
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CMA AE: Abort, Continue, Delete, Edit, Insert, New, Save: Save feedback
|
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|
|
Saving...wait.
|
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[Cattle Molestor's Anonymous][Command] Hang up
|
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Goodbye FREDDY, thanx for calling.
|
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You were caller #28631.
|
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$x1$yas{]5
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NO*CARRIER
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Need I explain WHY all the users hated Freddy? Out of the long list
|
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|
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of NO'S that Freddy went by, the obvious thing he did wrong was post
|
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|
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about using a sprint port, leaving his fuckin VOICE NUMBER all over,
|
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|
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and posting just the lame shit. He was satisfied with himself for some
|
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|
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unearthly reason, and he resumed his wonderful science homework. Later
|
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|
|
on that night he placed calls to other long distance systems around the
|
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|
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country.
|
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|
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Little Freddy called just about every damned board in the country
|
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|
|
using the same damned port and code. He posted his voice number quite
|
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|
|
often and just did stupid giveaway shit.
|
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|
|
However he did not get caught, and he continued in his habits for
|
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|
|
approximately two months. He leeched wares left and right. The sysops
|
|||
|
|
of some of the boards were beginning to get sick of his shit and were
|
|||
|
|
blacklisting him. Until it got so out of hand that the sysop of a
|
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|
|
relatively "clean" (minus a few ELITE sections) system reported Freddy
|
|||
|
|
to the Gestapo. The Gestapo watched Freddy's line for a while, and
|
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|
|
caught him red handed a number of times.
|
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|
|
One afternoon little Freddy came home from school and jumped onto
|
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|
|
a board located in Boise, Idaho. He was on for a few minutes and
|
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|
|
someone rang the doorbell. He quickly logged off the system and rushed
|
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|
|
downstairs. He hoped to see his geeky little friend Bob. What he
|
|||
|
|
saw instead was the figure of a burly man standing in his doorway. He
|
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|
|
looked aside and saw behind the man several other men, holding
|
|||
|
|
briefcases and various equipment. His mother greeted them warmly
|
|||
|
|
(and goofily) and invited them in. Freddy stood in the kitchen, out of
|
|||
|
|
sight, listening intently. The men began explaining to Freddy's mother
|
|||
|
|
that Freddy had been using other people's Sprint accounts to illegally
|
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|
|
place long distance telephone calls. Freddy's mother was appalled and
|
|||
|
|
immdeiately took Freddy's defense. But the first man whipped several
|
|||
|
|
computer printouts from his briefcase, showing detailed records of
|
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|
|
Freddy's activities on their phone network. The mother's face dropped,
|
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|
|
and she began bawling. How could her precious little pure son do
|
|||
|
|
something so awful? She ran into another room to grab some Kleenex.
|
|||
|
|
As she looked up she saw Freddy standing solemnly in the doorway. She
|
|||
|
|
lunged at him and picked him up by his belt and threw him across the
|
|||
|
|
dining room table. "How in the hell could you DO something like
|
|||
|
|
this Frederick Allen Smith? How dare you!" His mother was ravaging across
|
|||
|
|
the dining room after Freddy. The four Gestapo representatives came
|
|||
|
|
into the dining room. They tried to stop Mrs. Smith from beating her
|
|||
|
|
son but it was too late; she was already placing humongous dents in
|
|||
|
|
the sheet-rock walls with her son's head. The Gestapo men pulled the
|
|||
|
|
mother away. She said to them, between her deep gasps for air, "Give
|
|||
|
|
us a day or two to knock some sense into him and figure out what's
|
|||
|
|
happening here." The men left the house and Freddy was sent to his
|
|||
|
|
room.
|
|||
|
|
The next day his mother left for the grocery store. Having been
|
|||
|
|
busted already, Little Freddy figured he could get away with calling
|
|||
|
|
the boards again with the code; surely they had stopped monitoring
|
|||
|
|
his line. But just as soon as he dialed the code, there were hard
|
|||
|
|
knocks on his door. He rapidly shut off the computer. The knocks
|
|||
|
|
became louder. They combined with the increasing thumping in his
|
|||
|
|
ears. He tried to hide. They would go away. No. After several
|
|||
|
|
minutes the punding continued, increasing in force with each stroke
|
|||
|
|
on the door. Freddy finally dashed at the front door and swung it
|
|||
|
|
open and cried, "What do you WANT? Stop that BEATING SHIT!" There
|
|||
|
|
stood on his front porch two of the Gestapo men. They enetered the
|
|||
|
|
house without saying a word. They shut the door behind them. "Hey!
|
|||
|
|
You can't come in here like that!" squeaked Freddy. Still the
|
|||
|
|
men said nothing. The first man grabbed Freddy and picked him up.
|
|||
|
|
The men then carried Freddy upstairs to his bedroom. They threw him
|
|||
|
|
down on the bed and shut and locked his doors. They stripped him
|
|||
|
|
naked and began fondling him. One of the Gestapo men shoved two
|
|||
|
|
large fingers deep into Freddy's tiny intestinal tract. Freddy
|
|||
|
|
screamed loudly so the the other man gagged him. The men began
|
|||
|
|
rubbing Freddy's ass. One man grabbed Freddy's dick and began
|
|||
|
|
whacking him off. Freddy wiggled and tried his hardest to get away,
|
|||
|
|
but the other Gestapo man held him down. The man took his hand
|
|||
|
|
away from Freddy's dick and shoved his two middle fingers up
|
|||
|
|
Freddy's asshole. He began sucking Freddy's dick. He sucked for
|
|||
|
|
a long long while, then the other man began to suck. Still Freddy
|
|||
|
|
could not come. Unsatisfied, the Gestapo men left Freddy's house.
|
|||
|
|
Freddy sat on his bed, crying. Why did he have to be punished this
|
|||
|
|
way for his phone crimes? Were all people molested for their crimes?
|
|||
|
|
He looked out his bedroom window and continued to cry. He saw the men
|
|||
|
|
leave through the back door and begin fooling in the bushes. He ran
|
|||
|
|
to the phone to dial the police. He was shaking badly and his
|
|||
|
|
crying fits wouldn't subside. He picked up the phone. He dialed a
|
|||
|
|
nine. He heard a hissing noise outside his window. He dialed a one.
|
|||
|
|
The hissing became louder and he turned around. He turned back around
|
|||
|
|
to dial another one. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! A bright light flashed into
|
|||
|
|
Freddy's eyes and a strong force blew his naked body across his room
|
|||
|
|
and into the wall. In this last brief moment he realized the Gestapo
|
|||
|
|
men had planted a bomb in the bushes below his window. It was not
|
|||
|
|
the explosion however that killed him, but it was the large chunk of
|
|||
|
|
sharp glass that flew at him with such great speed, drove through his
|
|||
|
|
eyes, sliced cleanly through his brain and stuck into the wall.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
12/05/89 by Gross Genitalia.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The Followers of Fetus: Bloody Afterbirth, Fetal Juice, Gross Genitalia,
|
|||
|
|
Tasty Abortion and Twisted Testicles.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
.
|
|||
|
|
.:::::. .::::::::.
|
|||
|
|
...:::::::::.. ::::::::::::
|
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|
|
..:::::::::::::::::.. ::::: ::::
|
|||
|
|
.::: ::::::: :::. :::::. :
|
|||
|
|
:: ::::: :: :::::::.
|
|||
|
|
: ::: : :::::::::.
|
|||
|
|
::: ::::::::
|
|||
|
|
::: :::::
|
|||
|
|
::::: : ::::
|
|||
|
|
::::: oxic :::......:::: hock
|
|||
|
|
.:::::::. :::::::::::
|
|||
|
|
::::::::::: :::::::::
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
presents
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Night of the Fetus
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
by
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Bloody Afterbirth
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Toxic File #5
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Centre of Eternity : 615.552.5747 3/24 Baud 40 Megs Lotsa Files
|
|||
|
|
HQ of The Esoteric Society and sort of HQ of Toxic Shock
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Hail the Almighty! Glory to Fetus! It and we are one, we are the same,
|
|||
|
|
Its thoughts are ours, and ours Its! Only unto us are Its plans made known, for
|
|||
|
|
we are the instruments of Its will. Even before the once-mighty Coathanger
|
|||
|
|
brought Fetus into existence, we were destined to be one with the Destroyer.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!*&^%$#@!
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
It is night. The Night of the Awakening has approached. The cold December
|
|||
|
|
air only adds to the excitement of those with knowledge of the Night's events,
|
|||
|
|
yet to unfold.
|
|||
|
|
Huddled around a small black candle are five of the Chosen. They have
|
|||
|
|
prepared for this Night for many moons. In the distance, the rolling gong of
|
|||
|
|
the Town Clock tolls off twelve. The Time is here. The long awaited Moment has
|
|||
|
|
finally come.
|
|||
|
|
The Five arise, and walk slowly around the candle, chanting the
|
|||
|
|
incantations that will call forth the power of Fetus. The gutteral chants grow
|
|||
|
|
louder, the Five speed their pace. A low rumbling is felt in the earth, a wind
|
|||
|
|
blows, extinguishing the candle, and one of the Five utters a soft whisper.
|
|||
|
|
"Fetus...has...come."
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Dave hated winter. Where he came from, it didn't snow this damn much, he
|
|||
|
|
didn't know how to drive on these icy roads. His wife, somehow, had fallen
|
|||
|
|
asleep in the seat beside him, her snoring the only sound that interrupted the
|
|||
|
|
silence of night. Elaine... Oh, she was so beautiful... He was a lucky man to
|
|||
|
|
have found such a woman.
|
|||
|
|
Whoa! Something up ahead in the road, something moving! Dave slammed on
|
|||
|
|
his breaks, skidding the car down the icy roads, sliding even quicker towards
|
|||
|
|
the thing he was trying to miss.
|
|||
|
|
It leaped onto the hood of his car! Dave screamed, waking his wife, for on
|
|||
|
|
his hood was a bloody and charred Fetus! It slammed through the windshield and
|
|||
|
|
clung to Elaine's face, ripping and tearing her flesh, gouging her eyes! Dave's
|
|||
|
|
foot hit the acclerator out of fear. The fetus bit into Elaine's throat, her
|
|||
|
|
blood flowing from down her mutilated face and mingling with the fetus'.
|
|||
|
|
Dave batted at the fetus with his arm, only to feel fangs bite deeply into
|
|||
|
|
his hand. Dave tried desperately to shake the gurgling mass off his hand, only
|
|||
|
|
succeeding in helping It rip his fingers from his hand. Dave screamed in pain,
|
|||
|
|
his yelps of agony uniting with his wife's, a death choir shattering the night
|
|||
|
|
with their cries for help. The Fetus burrowed into Dave's midsection, digging
|
|||
|
|
and rending at the flesh of his stomach, wallowing in the blood. The car spun
|
|||
|
|
out of control as Dave felt his insides being eaten. Elaine began wildly
|
|||
|
|
flailing at the air out of panic, her nails ripping Dave's face to shreds.
|
|||
|
|
The fetus came up through Dave's chest and hacked its way through Daves
|
|||
|
|
abdomen. The smell of feces filled the air as Dave's corpse lost muscle
|
|||
|
|
control.
|
|||
|
|
The car flew off the road, driving on its own course, hell bent for
|
|||
|
|
destruction, and slammed into a tree. The car crumpled like a beer can,
|
|||
|
|
exploding in a hellish ball of flame, sending body parts through the air to
|
|||
|
|
litter the highway.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Wilma smiled. She felt the baby she carried within moving, thumping softly
|
|||
|
|
on the walls of her womb. She and Jim had wanted a child for so long, and it
|
|||
|
|
was finally happening. There marriage had been going downhill for the past
|
|||
|
|
year, and it appeared that Wilma was destined to have only miscarriages. This
|
|||
|
|
would surely improve the relationship. Indeed, Jim was already beginning to
|
|||
|
|
treat her better, he showed much more affection, he truly seemed to care.
|
|||
|
|
She had a good feeling about the fetus in development... The others had
|
|||
|
|
felt weak from the beginning, they were never ACTIVE. But this one, oh, it was
|
|||
|
|
different from the rest. It moved, it hungered. It would live, of that she was
|
|||
|
|
sure.
|
|||
|
|
Wilma walked from the kitchen, munching on a pickle, and sighed peacefully
|
|||
|
|
when she saw that Jim had fallen asleep on the couch, watching TV. She went to
|
|||
|
|
turn off the TV, and covered her mate with a blanket, softly tucking him in.
|
|||
|
|
A sensation filled her bowels. Uh-oh, time to go poo-poo. The urge to
|
|||
|
|
defecate had been promising to show itself all night, after all, they had had a
|
|||
|
|
feast in celebration of her pregnancy. Wilma walked to the bathroom, wondering
|
|||
|
|
if she should flush, not wanting to awaken her husband.
|
|||
|
|
She straddled the cold porcelain throne, and with a grunt, pinched a foot
|
|||
|
|
long loaf into the toilet. Good, she was afraid all that food would give her
|
|||
|
|
the unspeakable diarrhea.
|
|||
|
|
Ooops! Spoke too soon. Her next dump was a flood of liquids and solids,
|
|||
|
|
oozing sloppily out of her anus, plopping into the already soupy mess below.
|
|||
|
|
Something was wrong.
|
|||
|
|
Her baby...She could no longer feel it...No! NO! NOT a miscarriage! It
|
|||
|
|
was impossible! This couldn't be happening, not to her! She stood, rectal
|
|||
|
|
juices flowing down her thighs. Slowly she turned, and looked into the toilet.
|
|||
|
|
And there it was... Floating in the bowl... The small body of a fetus that had
|
|||
|
|
not completed its growth cycle...
|
|||
|
|
Tears streamed down her face. She could not take this. The camel's back
|
|||
|
|
was broken in two. She turned and shuffled from the bathroom, crying softly in
|
|||
|
|
complete bewilderment. She made her way slowly to her bedroom and walked to the
|
|||
|
|
window, looking down at the snow covered street, 30 stories below. And stared
|
|||
|
|
constantly at the street, even as it rushed seemingly upwards to her as she made
|
|||
|
|
her way down to pavement...
|
|||
|
|
Jim came slowly to consciousness. "Wha..?" He mumbled many words in some
|
|||
|
|
unknown language that must come from the land of Grog. He looked around the
|
|||
|
|
room, attempting to figure out just where exactly he was.
|
|||
|
|
There, a light. Must be the bathroom. Jim sleepily strode towards the
|
|||
|
|
light, oh that wonderful guiding light. His bowels ached, his bladder pounded
|
|||
|
|
on his stomach. He reached to turn on the light, not noticing that he cut off
|
|||
|
|
the already on light. He sat upon the drunk's best friend, and prepared to
|
|||
|
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empty himself of unwanted waste products.
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Jim jumped from the toilet, reaching between his legs to find the cause of
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an intense pain! He found only blood and a stub of what had been his manhood!
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He panicked, not knowing what to do. A thudding slop made him turn his head,
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and he saw a fetus, holding his castration, and grinning evilly.
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He screamed in terror, and turned to run, tripping on his pants. The fetus
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rammed Jim's dick up his ass, and raked his claws down Jim's back and legs,
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drawing blood and removing large amounts of flesh.
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Jim shrieked in pain, his muscles paralyzed by fear. The fetus walked
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slowly around to Jim's face, and kneeled down. Jim smelled the juice of uterus,
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mingled with the smell of defecation. The fetus stuck a finger up Jim's nose,
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lifting his head from the floor, and pulled Jim's body around so that his head
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was now close to the toilet.
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It slammed Jim's head down into the toilet, holding it in the floating logs
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and islands, bubbles of screams and suffocation filling the bowl, sounding like
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so much gurgling. Jim felt his head being sucked down the sewer as the fetus
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flushed the toilet repeatedly, over and over, and a squeaky laugh was emitted
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from the malignant miscarriage.
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The fetus grabbed a plunger and jumped onto Jim's head, forcing it down and
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down into the toilet. Over and over it shoved the plunger and the head farther
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towards the sewer, stopping only when it heard the satsifying crunch of Jim's
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cranium, finally giving way to the pressure and shattering.
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It was cold. Very cold. Mary had been on the streets for the past month,
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living like the homeless. Mark had kicked her out of his house, he did not want
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a child, and she could not afford an abortion. Oh, how she wished she would
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just have a miscarriage. Kids...all they do is ruin your life... Mary went
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around town, grumpily smacking children in their heads whenever she had the
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chance. How she wished she had a child...so she could beat it and molest it and
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make its life pure hell.
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She felt the developing hellion punch softly at her stomach, and she rammed
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fist into her midsection, hoping it would kill the little bastard.
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It punched back.
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"Oh, so it's a fucking boxing match you want, is it? Fine you little
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shit." She slammed her fist again into the place where her baby was.
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It slammed its own fist into her bladder. And not softly. Warm urine
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flower down her legs, pissing on her--- er, pissing her off.
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She was furious. How could the damn thing possibly think it was big enough
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to fight her? She punched it twice, as hard as she could, wincing at the pain
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it was causing her, but relishing the thought of how it would make the fetus
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feel.
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It didn't hit her back this time... It was still... Maybe now she could
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go take a nice shit and get rid of the unwanted growth... No more kicking and
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punching, no more of the "Feed Me Feed Me" shit. Finally she had gotten rid of
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it, she should have done this long ago...
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The clawed fist ripped through her skin, tearing the flesh. Her screams
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flooded her ears as the fetus tore its way out of her womb! It pulled itself
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free, and snapped the umbilical cord. She ran, not knowing how to handle this,
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but its claws held tightly to her breasts, shredding the flesh.
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She continued to run, screaming, and It clawed its way up her chest, taking
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select bites of flesh on its way. When it grabbed ahold of her ears and planted
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a big kiss on her lips she slipped on the ice, and slid into a brick wall.
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The fetus flopped off of the crumpled and stunned body of the bitch that
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had dared to try to kill It.
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"Mommy...I want to play...Do you want to play? I know of a very funny game
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we can play, mommy. Its called... KILL THE BITCH WITH THE OVARIES!"
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She yelled for help as the fetus kicked her in the side, breaking ribs. It
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jumped back onto her chest and began slicing, dicing, shredding and tearing away
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at her flesh, digging its way through her upper body.
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She stood and tried to escape, but the Fetus had grabbed her legs, holding
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her tight, biting away at the tendons in her legs and feet.
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"You know, Mommy...If you don't want to make babies...I can correct the
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situation..."
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With that, the fetus reached its hand up between Mary's legs, groping about
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inside her twat. She let loose a howl of sheer horror as the fetus' fingers
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closed upon the fallopian tubes and ripped her ovaries out.
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The fetus slung the ovaries into the wall, making a nice mess. It jumped
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on Mary's back, forcing her up against the bricks, her face in the ovary mush.
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"LICK it, bitch. LICK IT or DIE!"
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Mary tongued the gooey mass of egg-producing glands, and slowly licked away
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at it, occasionally whimpering for mercy...Apologizing...Bleeding...
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Fetus stuck its claws into Mary's back, and let gravity pull Its body
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downward, slicing into her body and drawing more blood than she had left in her.
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!#%&@$^*!#%&@$^*!#%&@$^*!#%&@$^*!#%&@$^*!#%&@$^*!#%&@$^*!#%&@$^*!#%&@$^*
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And so it was on the first Night, that evil Night when the power of Fetus
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was summoned to wreak havoc upon the world. The Chosen grew stronger as the
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deaths grew more numerous. Their message was heard, the doctrine of Fetus, and
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all who heard were entranced. Such wisdom, such knowledge... The followers
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grow in number... Soon, Fetus shall overcome. Choose your side.
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(c)1989 Toxic Shock
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Fetal Juice
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Gross Genitalia
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Twisted Testicles
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___________________________________________________________________________
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In a time when Chaos was rampant, creation was created. Simple enough.
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But the Chaos lingered into this being, and so began the power of the
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Mighty Coathanger. And Coathanger brought Fetus into existence. Fetus
|
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overpowered Coathanger and sought to bring the Creation into a bloody
|
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mass murder. We the Followers of Fetus seek to carry out the Great
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Destroyer's plans so we may live in harmony with The Fetus in a Creation
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all our own.
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___________________________________________________________________________
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Even as Woman ate from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, even
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as Man and Woman had hot kinky sex, even in the milennia ahead of Cro-Magnon
|
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and Neanderthal Man, Fetus the Destroyer saw the Sin of Man form a new
|
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|
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fad. A fad that would become an accepted habit in Life of Man. This being
|
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|
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the invention of the Department Store. Fetus saw Department Stores as they
|
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are now. But the plan he devised for Department Stores, even before
|
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Homo sapiens evolved, was one of prevalent chaos and perversion.
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The Follwers of Fetus were dressed in all-black attire and went to the
|
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|
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local shopping mall to wreak some hell. As they walked through the
|
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|
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constricting aisles of the mall, destructing everything in their path,
|
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|
|
the lights went out in the mall. The Followers looked through the front
|
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|
|
doors and saw a large red cloud zoom in over the city. The Call of Fetus
|
|||
|
|
has been uttered! They gathered around the centre fountain and chanted
|
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|
|
a saying which made the waters turn bubbly red. The whole mall was dark,
|
|||
|
|
for that matter the whole city was dark. It began raining staining,
|
|||
|
|
salty blood. The lacerated sky poured forth its life. The Followers
|
|||
|
|
lit a black candle as they had done on the dreaded Night. The moved
|
|||
|
|
in strange circular patterns around the candle and chanted unheard
|
|||
|
|
sayings. Their chants became audible, so very loud, the others of the
|
|||
|
|
mall held their ears at the shrieking chants. The mall shook violently,
|
|||
|
|
mortar and bricks fell all around. The Followers were levitated by a
|
|||
|
|
strange force to the ceiling, where they chanted "Fetus Has Come!"
|
|||
|
|
Then all returned normal. The cloud disappeared. No one except for the
|
|||
|
|
Followers had any recollection of the events which had just taken place.
|
|||
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|
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|
|
Fred was shopping at Beers (Fetus did not predict Sin of Man changing
|
|||
|
|
his plan to the name "Sears") for auto parts; he was trying to rebuild
|
|||
|
|
his engine. He leaned over to pick up a fan belt. He dropped the
|
|||
|
|
belt and shrieked; the belt was red hot and burned a hole in his arm.
|
|||
|
|
Yet his scream seemed silent; no one heard it. Another fan belt lit
|
|||
|
|
up to a bright red color and by some force jumped up around Fred's
|
|||
|
|
neck. It twisted itself around his neck in a neat fashion, choking him
|
|||
|
|
violently without letting go. Fred slumped to the cold concrete floor.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
Bill needed a new pair of track shoes. He went into Cunt Flocker
|
|||
|
|
(yes, equivalent to our Foot Locker) to look at Reeboks. The manager
|
|||
|
|
went into the back room to get him a pair of size 10's. Bill picked
|
|||
|
|
up a white and blue shoe he found particularly interesting. He
|
|||
|
|
turned to yell back to the manager, to tell him to bring a pair of
|
|||
|
|
these, too, but the Fetal Shoe took over. It jumped onto Bill's face
|
|||
|
|
and Bill was stunned. He could smell the scent of new leather; he
|
|||
|
|
could also smell feces and uteral juices. The shoelaces wrapped
|
|||
|
|
around his neck and tied themselves. They choked him incessantly.
|
|||
|
|
As Bill felt himself near his Death, he saw inside the shoe a small
|
|||
|
|
bloody fetus. Bill tried to scream but the suffocating shoe prevented
|
|||
|
|
him. The fetus had two razorblades in his undeveloped hands. It
|
|||
|
|
drove the blades through Bill's eyeballs and deep into the synapses
|
|||
|
|
of his brain.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
At about this time Don went into Pound Cock to buy a B-52's tape.
|
|||
|
|
He located "Cosmic Thing" on a top shelf and went to purchase it.
|
|||
|
|
The lady at the counter bagged it for him, took his money, and
|
|||
|
|
Don went on his way. He popped it in his Walkman, and strolled
|
|||
|
|
off down the mall. Channel Z was the first song he listened to.
|
|||
|
|
He strolled down the mall, happy and content listening to his new
|
|||
|
|
B-52's tape. But the lyrics and music began to change. He slowed
|
|||
|
|
his pace, amazed at the colossal event which was happening. But it
|
|||
|
|
was horrifying, sickening. The words began playing loudly through
|
|||
|
|
his headphones.
|
|||
|
|
"Gettin nothin but Fetus. Gettin nothin but Fetus,
|
|||
|
|
Fetus filling my Penis on Channel Z!"
|
|||
|
|
And at that moment a miscarriaged fetus jumped from the end of
|
|||
|
|
Don's dick. It dug its razorlike claws into his abdomen and began
|
|||
|
|
crawling up his torso. Don stopped in his tracks. He clawed
|
|||
|
|
desperately at the fetus, trying to remove it from his body. He
|
|||
|
|
screamed in terror. The fetus clung to his body.
|
|||
|
|
It continued up his chest, onto his neck. It sank its claws through
|
|||
|
|
Don's neck, shredding his larynx. Yet nobody walking along seemed to
|
|||
|
|
notice this violent horrendous death. Until Don's body slumped to the
|
|||
|
|
ground, bleeding and mangled. Then everyone in the mall saw the blood,
|
|||
|
|
and began to run. The fetus made one small mistake. It pissed its
|
|||
|
|
highly acidic urine, characteristic of the Fetal Followers, onto the
|
|||
|
|
floor. This spread the knowledge of the deathly acts to everyone's
|
|||
|
|
minds, everyone now could see the apalling acts of Fetus the Destroyer.
|
|||
|
|
Now the death in Beer's was seen, the death in Cunt Flocker was known.
|
|||
|
|
Now the death of Don was known. Man now began to see the Sin it
|
|||
|
|
possessed. It saw its extinction by the Mighty Fetus. Fetus had to
|
|||
|
|
invoke his power once again, to cover up for the miscarriaged fetus's
|
|||
|
|
mistake. Fetus the Destroyer wiped the urine clean from everyone's
|
|||
|
|
souls, removed the dead bodies of Fred, Bill, and Don from the scene.
|
|||
|
|
Never again would Fetus allow miscarriaged and aborted fetuses to
|
|||
|
|
wreak such havoc and have it uncovered by such petty mistakes.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Ginger went to the food plaza of the mall. Nothing could beat the
|
|||
|
|
testiness of shopping like a good ol Big Mac from McFondles. Ginger
|
|||
|
|
stepped up to the register at McFondles and placed her order. She
|
|||
|
|
took her tray and went to a corner of the restaurant where she could
|
|||
|
|
put down her shopping bags without them getting in everyone's way.
|
|||
|
|
She wiped her hands on a hand towelette from her purse, then took
|
|||
|
|
the wrapper from her straw. She put the straw in her drink and took
|
|||
|
|
a deep sip. The coke tasted funny; it did not taste like regular
|
|||
|
|
coke. The thought slipped her mind, she was hungry from shopping.
|
|||
|
|
She opened her Big Mac box. To her horror, within in lay a squirming
|
|||
|
|
bloody fetus, ejecting a milky-white vomit from its mouth. She screamed a
|
|||
|
|
scream of death but the sound did not leave her throat. The fetus looked up
|
|||
|
|
at her, the thin layer of wet skin peeled away from its jet black
|
|||
|
|
undeveloped eyes. The fetus squirmed out of the box and into her lap.
|
|||
|
|
Ginger tried to get up and run but the fetus emitted a power that held her
|
|||
|
|
fast to her chair. A young couple sat down next to her. It was if they
|
|||
|
|
didn't even see Ginger, they began to eat lunch and didn't even look at
|
|||
|
|
Ginger. The fetus took a runny shit on Ginger's lap, the watery mass was
|
|||
|
|
like acid and ate through her skirt and burned on her pussy. She felt the
|
|||
|
|
acid run up her cunt, thorugh her Fallopian tubes and into her ovaries.
|
|||
|
|
Oh how it burned! And just as soon as she felt the acid-like substance
|
|||
|
|
settle in her ovaries, she felt something grow. Oh my God! A baby is
|
|||
|
|
being formed! Ginger tried her damnedest to get up; she was held to the
|
|||
|
|
chair. The fetus spoke. "Hey bitch, I need somebody to PLAY with!"
|
|||
|
|
Ginger clawed at herself. She shoved her hand deep into her vaginal
|
|||
|
|
tract, grasping and clawing, trying to find and kill the rapidly
|
|||
|
|
developing fetus. She was only ripping her insides apart. The fetus
|
|||
|
|
laying in her lap was laughing maliciously. All of a sudden Ginger felt
|
|||
|
|
her ovaries burst, and a newly developed fetus miscarriaged itself and
|
|||
|
|
plopped out of Ginger's mangled cunt onto her lap, next to the other
|
|||
|
|
fetus. The two fetuses smiled at each other, and they dove into Ginger's
|
|||
|
|
cunt simultaneously. They clawed their way up through Ginger's body.
|
|||
|
|
The last feeling Ginger had before she finally died her painful death
|
|||
|
|
was that of her skull being severed. The two fetuses crawled out of
|
|||
|
|
the skull and leaped over onto the next table. The young couple still
|
|||
|
|
did not see Ginger, nor did they now see the fetuses. The fetuses
|
|||
|
|
chose a person to kill, and they jumped onto the heads of their
|
|||
|
|
newest victims. They both took big big bites out of the couple's
|
|||
|
|
brains. The people did not even know what hit them, but the power of
|
|||
|
|
Fetus the Destroyer had been released once again.
|
|||
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|
|
|||
|
|
Sally was in the dressing room of J.C. Penis, trying on a pair of
|
|||
|
|
jeans. Both jeans fit tightly and showed her wide hips and outlined
|
|||
|
|
her meat rather well. She liked them. She then tried on a skimpy
|
|||
|
|
shirt to show off her well-curved body. As she pulled the shirt over her
|
|||
|
|
head, she heard something lightly splat against the mirror in front of
|
|||
|
|
her. She completely pulled the shirt over her head and pulled it down.
|
|||
|
|
She looked up and saw in front of her a bloody fetus clinging to the
|
|||
|
|
slick mirror. It laughed momentarily then jumped onto Sally's chest.
|
|||
|
|
It ripped at her shirt, arms flailing and squirming, trying to reveal
|
|||
|
|
Sally's firm breasts. It ripped through her bra. Her tits were hanging
|
|||
|
|
out. The fetus licked its slit-like lips and bit hard into Sally's
|
|||
|
|
nipples. Sally shrieked but like the other Victims of Fetus, the cry
|
|||
|
|
of help was not heard. The fetus munched on Sally's nipples for a long
|
|||
|
|
time then sucked the milk from the remaining breasts. The fetus bit
|
|||
|
|
Sally's face off and chewed it, then took a big bite out of her brain.
|
|||
|
|
Sally slumped to the floor, the fetus disappeared into the mall.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Gina went to Castrated Nuts (comparable to Caster Knott's) to look
|
|||
|
|
for a baby outfit to get her neice's new baby. She went upstairs and
|
|||
|
|
this wonderful corner table caught her eye. It was made of the finest
|
|||
|
|
of cherry wood. It would look perfect at the end of the hall in her
|
|||
|
|
home. She was looking the table over, little did she know her worst
|
|||
|
|
terror lurked nearby.
|
|||
|
|
A lady downstairs had just had an unfortunate miscarriage in the
|
|||
|
|
women's bathroom. The fetus was not dead however, and had killed
|
|||
|
|
its mother. It was on a rampage in Castrated Nuts, and made its way
|
|||
|
|
upstairs. It was near Gina and her Cherry corner table.
|
|||
|
|
Gina bent over to look at the price tag of the table. She had on
|
|||
|
|
a mini-skirt, and the fetus stood back looking between Gina's
|
|||
|
|
legs at her pinkish tasty flesh. The fetus looked down and saw
|
|||
|
|
a hard dick starting to protrude from its underdeveloped body.
|
|||
|
|
It ran across the store, jumped up on Gina and mounted her. It began
|
|||
|
|
pumping its tiny loins back and forth, Gina stood up straight and
|
|||
|
|
looked down at the horrible sight. A tiny bloody fetus was fucking her!
|
|||
|
|
She tried to pull it off but the fetus had dug its claws into her
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flabby butt cheeks, anchoring itself. It continued to pump, in and out
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it went. Finally it came. A tiny fetus came in Gina. How strange.
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But the cum was not the viscous white fluid Gina expected. It was a
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strange red acidic slime which ate away at Gina's cunt. The fetus
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grinned an evil grin and aimed its strangely malformed dick at Gina's
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face. It came hard, the substance surrounded Gina's head and ate away,
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sizzling at her cranium. Gina slumped to the floor, the fetus went
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away just as quickly as it had appeared.
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__________________________________________________________________________
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Again Fetus has caused his fetal disciples to wreak his Havoc upon the
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Men who have descended from Adam and Eve. We the Followers of Fetus will
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continue to carry out Fetus's plan, a plan of ultimate mass destruction.
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(c)1989 Toxic Shock.
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By Gross Genitalia.
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All rights bound, fucked, and mutilated. Any resemblence of stores in this
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file to Sears, Foot Locker, Sound Shop, McDonald's, JC Penney and Caster
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Knotts is purely coincidential. Suck my juicy footlong cock if you don't
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agree with this Fetal Follower.
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The Followers of Fetus: Bloody Afterbirth, Fetal Juice, Gross Genitalia,
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Tasty Abortion, and Twisted Testicles.
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presents
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Roadkill Anarchy
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by
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Toxic File #7
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Centre of Eternity : 615.552.5747 3/24 Baud 40 Megs Lotsa Files
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HQ of The Esoteric Society
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Fucked In The Head : 615.552.xxxx 12/24 Baud Anarchy Related
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soon to be HQ of Toxic Shock
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!@%^*#$&!@%^*#$&!@%^*#$!@%^*#$&!@%^*#$&!@%^*#$!@%^*#$&!@%^*#$&!@%^*#$!@%^#$
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Well well well...You're in a really fucking sick mood, you're pissed off at
|
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society, and you want to release all your frustrations... Good, because that's
|
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exactly what it takes for RK-Anarchy...
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There are various ways to get roadkills...The easiest is to scrape them up
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off the road... Dogs, cats, squirrels, deer, little old ladies, children,
|
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oppossum, kangaroos, does, turtles, chickens, etc...
|
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However, to have more fun, run over your OWN! Yeah! Just go out on the
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town with a few buddies and run over anything that moves! Hell, just for
|
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effect, back over it, and run over it again...
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After you have amassed at least one roadkill, there are many MANY things
|
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one can do with it/them...
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If its big enough, tie that fucker to your bumper and run over EVERYTHING
|
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in sight! Ya go out to get the paper, and there are DEER GUTS splattered ALL
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OVER your mailbox! ALRIGHT! Slam that fucker into cars, telephone poles,
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street signs, everything! When yer done, toss it in someone's yard...
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Or cram it into someone's mailbox... Or in the muffler of their car...
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You can bang on the thing with a hammer, or chop at it with an axe, or
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dissect it with a chainsaw, or... Then throw it into open-windows in houses and
|
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automobiles, toss it into convertbiles, put it on someone's hood, smear it all
|
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over their car, throw it at Peds, or Feds!
|
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Get on top of your local mall at night..Wait for a large crowd to
|
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amass...And THROW that fucker at the people! Watch the women FAINT! Everyone
|
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who isn't passed out will scatter like hell... Open the door at the mall and
|
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throw one as hard as you can into the mall, blood and guts EVERYWHERE!
|
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Take one into a movie theatre (how the hell?) and throw it at people!
|
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Take it to school and put it on the principal's car...
|
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Take it in school and leave it in the halls...
|
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Put it in an empty locker that belongs to noone...UGh!
|
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Throw it into the toilets!
|
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If its little, put the little bitch in the ketchup/salad dressing thing.
|
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Break into somebody's car with a baseball bat and smear RoadKill all over
|
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|
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their fine upholstery...
|
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Tie it to a rope, throw it over a limb of a tree, and swing the bitch out
|
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|
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at cars as they pass by!
|
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Tie it to your bumper and drive down the road, heh heh, curves are great
|
|||
|
|
fun, esp. with people on the opposite side of the road... Ever had a roadkill
|
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|
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come flying at ya while walking down the road?
|
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|
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|
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Someone out of town for awhile? Break into their house and put roadkill in
|
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|
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their beds...their toilets...microwaves..stoves...blender...washer...dryer...
|
|||
|
|
the baby crib...the...
|
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|
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|
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Throw them at mailboxes, see who makes the biggest dent.
|
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|
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|
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Give a taste-test at a mall.
|
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|
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|
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Put it on someone's porch, pour gas on it, light it, ring doorbell, run.
|
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|
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|
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Play frisbee in the park!
|
|||
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|
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|
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I said throw it through open windows...Hell, throw it through CLOSED
|
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|
|
windows too!
|
|||
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|
|||
|
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Take it to the post office and mail that fucker! Put a stamp on it!
|
|||
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|
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|
|
Cram it into the slot where cans come out of Coke machines!
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
Buy a paper, take all the papers, and replace 'em with ROADKILL!
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
!@%^*#$&!@%^*#$&!@%^*#$!@%^*#$&!@%^*#$&!@%^*#$!@%^*#$&!@%^*#$&!@%^*#$!@%^#$
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
(c)1989 Toxic Shock
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
Followers Of Fetus
|
|||
|
|
Twisted Testicles
|
|||
|
|
Tasty Abortion
|
|||
|
|
Gross Genitalia
|
|||
|
|
Fetal Juice
|
|||
|
|
Bloody Afterbirth
|
|||
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.
|
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.:::::. .::::::::.
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...:::::::::.. ::::::::::::
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..:::::::::::::::::.. ::::: ::::
|
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.::: ::::::: :::. :::::. :
|
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:: ::::: :: :::::::.
|
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: ::: : :::::::::.
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::: ::::::::
|
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::: :::::
|
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::::: : ::::
|
|||
|
|
::::: oxic :::......:::: hock
|
|||
|
|
.:::::::. :::::::::::
|
|||
|
|
::::::::::: :::::::::
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
presents
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Tele-Anarchy
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
by
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Bloody Afterbirth, Tasty Abortion, Fetal Juice
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Toxic File #8
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
!@#*&^$%!@#*&^$%!@#*&^$%!@#*&^$%!@#*&^$%!@#*&^$%!@#*&^$%!@#*&^$%!@#*&^$%
|
|||
|
|
(Ever notice how BA always uses the SAME characters to make that line?)
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
A few nights ago, we were all jammin along in a conference of sorts (mass
|
|||
|
|
3-way calling, not Alliance), harrassing people at random via the telephone...
|
|||
|
|
Well, we fucked up several nights and several lives, as all of this went down
|
|||
|
|
between 1am and 3:30am, not exactly the time that most people are ready to be
|
|||
|
|
fucked with, heh heh heh!
|
|||
|
|
Here goes the best recollection of what we did that I can come up with.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
*&^#@!%$*&^#@!%$*&^#@!%$*&^#@!%$*&^#@!%$*&^#@!%$*&^#@!%$*&^#@!%$*&^#@!%$
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
For convenience, I am using US and THEM (U & T), regardless of how many people
|
|||
|
|
were involved...
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
We know a guy whose phone num spells COCK... Well, Tasty got an idea so we
|
|||
|
|
called someone up...
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
T:ummm...hello?
|
|||
|
|
U:Hello. Are you aware that the last four digits of your number correspond to
|
|||
|
|
the word COCK?
|
|||
|
|
T:What the hell are you talking about?
|
|||
|
|
U:Look at your phone...See how the last four digits spell out--
|
|||
|
|
T:<CLICK>
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
T:Hello?
|
|||
|
|
U:Hello, is Jim there?
|
|||
|
|
T:You've got the wrong number.
|
|||
|
|
U:No, this is the number I was given.
|
|||
|
|
T:Look, this is a private residential phone, I've had the number for FIVE YEARS,
|
|||
|
|
you've got the WRONG number! <CLICK>
|
|||
|
|
--a little later, a different one of us, same them--
|
|||
|
|
T:HELLO?
|
|||
|
|
U:Hi. Is Jim there?
|
|||
|
|
T:NO he IS NOT. You have the WRONG NUMBER!
|
|||
|
|
U:Well, can you take a message, in case he calls?
|
|||
|
|
T:I'm telling you you've got the wrong number, he isn't going to call! I've had
|
|||
|
|
this number for years, I KNOW he isn't going to call!
|
|||
|
|
U:Could you just tell him that Scott called, please?
|
|||
|
|
T:OK...WHATEVER....<CLICK>
|
|||
|
|
--and later...--
|
|||
|
|
T:HELLO?!?!?
|
|||
|
|
U:Hi, this is Jim, any messages?
|
|||
|
|
and you can imagine what happened then!
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
There's this one place that is known to have meetings for a local satanic
|
|||
|
|
'cult' around here... Wellllll, we called up and got an answering machine so I
|
|||
|
|
took advantage of the situation...
|
|||
|
|
T:...and if you'll leave a message at the tone, we'll get back with you.
|
|||
|
|
U:Yo. My name's Frank O'Toole, call me Algoroth. My number is 123-553-2510, I
|
|||
|
|
want to get in on the Satan meetings, call me up. <CLICK>
|
|||
|
|
Maybe we need to call them up and tell them how bad satan worship is!
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
We decided that we should take a survey of all our callers...
|
|||
|
|
T:arrrrggggrrrruuuhhhhhmmmmmuhhhhhhhhello?
|
|||
|
|
U:Hello, this is Richard Lynch from the local Jaycees, and we're taking a
|
|||
|
|
survey. Are you normally awake or alseep at this hour?
|
|||
|
|
Heh heh! The results:
|
|||
|
|
Asleep Awake Undecided
|
|||
|
|
15 3 4
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
And yet another survey that we didn't do too much-
|
|||
|
|
T:ditto...Hello?
|
|||
|
|
U:Hello, this is Richard Lynch from the local Jaycees, and we're taking a
|
|||
|
|
survey. At this hour, are you normally Asleep, or having Sex?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Asleep Having Sex Didn't Answer
|
|||
|
|
1 1
|
|||
|
|
The one that said Sex goes "I'm usually having sex! With your WIFE!"
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Then we got a little devious...The original plan was to find someone with
|
|||
|
|
children, call them up, and inform them that their kids were dead! Yes! But,
|
|||
|
|
seeing as there is this bitch I truly hate, we modified the plan a little, and
|
|||
|
|
this is how it went...
|
|||
|
|
T:blahello?
|
|||
|
|
U:May I speak with Ms. Loose Pussy?
|
|||
|
|
T:Speaking. (sounding worried)
|
|||
|
|
U:Ma'am, this is Dr. Lynch from the Memorial Hospital. Do you know a Mr. Sheep
|
|||
|
|
Fucker?
|
|||
|
|
T:(REALLY worried) Is something wrong with Sheep?
|
|||
|
|
U:Ma'am, I have some bad news. Sheep was killed in a hit and run accident.
|
|||
|
|
The bitch started CRYING and FREAKING OUT and shit! It was WILD as HELL! That
|
|||
|
|
bitch was losing her fucking MIND! Even asked her to come in and identify the
|
|||
|
|
body, to make sure that it was indeed Sheep Fucker... HA!
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
T:Hewwo?
|
|||
|
|
U:Hi! This is Rick Johnson from WFUK Late Night, and you have been picked
|
|||
|
|
randomly from the phone book to be given a chance at five THOUSAND dollars! All
|
|||
|
|
you have to do is answer the following question correctly. Are you ready?
|
|||
|
|
T:Sure, whatever.
|
|||
|
|
U:In what country is Bufu in? That's B-U-F-U, you have 1 minute.
|
|||
|
|
Haha! 3 people didn't give a shit and didn't care to win 5000 bucks at 2am, but
|
|||
|
|
one dude said Africa... That dude musta been wasted or drunk off his ass, cuz
|
|||
|
|
when we told him Egypt he started laughing his ass off...
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
T:Helloooooo?
|
|||
|
|
U:Hi! I'm dialing numbers at random from the phone book and I just called to
|
|||
|
|
wish you a Merry Christmas and a very good night!
|
|||
|
|
T:In the MIDDLE of the NIGHT you're calling people at random? <CLICK>
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
T:Hello?
|
|||
|
|
U:This is Dominoe's Pizza. Did you order a pizza?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
T:Hello?
|
|||
|
|
U1:Hello?
|
|||
|
|
T:What do you want?
|
|||
|
|
U1:You called me, what do YOU want?
|
|||
|
|
T:I didn't call you.
|
|||
|
|
U2:Hey, who's on my line?
|
|||
|
|
T:Who is this?
|
|||
|
|
U1:What do you want?
|
|||
|
|
U3:Hey, is that Fergusson?
|
|||
|
|
U2:Who's Fergusson?
|
|||
|
|
T:What's going on here? Who is this?
|
|||
|
|
U1:There's 4 people on the line?
|
|||
|
|
U3:What the hell's happening?
|
|||
|
|
U2:I think the lines are bleeding, or crossed or something.
|
|||
|
|
T:Well talk to Fergusson about it. <CLICK>
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
T:Hello?
|
|||
|
|
U:This is 911. We just received a call from you, but the call was disconnected.
|
|||
|
|
Are you having problems?
|
|||
|
|
T:No, and we didn't call you, we're all asleep!
|
|||
|
|
U:According to the computer, you called here. There is no trouble?
|
|||
|
|
T:No, and we didn't call!
|
|||
|
|
U:Yes you did. You sure there are no problems?
|
|||
|
|
T:YES and we DID NOT CALL!
|
|||
|
|
U:YES you DID. Goodbye.........bitch <CLICK>
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
T:Hello?
|
|||
|
|
All of Us:Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle All The Way <click>
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The next one was fucking bad as hell, try it sometime-
|
|||
|
|
T:Hello?
|
|||
|
|
U:I don't appreciate you calling me and hanging up like you just did.
|
|||
|
|
T:I didn't call you!
|
|||
|
|
U:Yes you did! I have this New Jersey Bell Call Return service and it called
|
|||
|
|
you back! Computers don't lie!
|
|||
|
|
T:I DIDN'T CALL YOU!
|
|||
|
|
U:Yes you did and I don't appreciate it!
|
|||
|
|
T:Why don't you come over here and I'll kick your ass, then see who called who!
|
|||
|
|
U:Fuck you! I'm going to use my Call Tracing, Trace your ass, and report you to
|
|||
|
|
New Jersey Bell tomorrow for harrassment!
|
|||
|
|
T:Oh yeah? Well give me your number and I'll report YOU for harrassment,
|
|||
|
|
because that's what you're doing RIGHT NOW!
|
|||
|
|
U:<click>
|
|||
|
|
We were gonna give a dude's name and #, but hell, we weren't thinking...
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
T:Crisis Hot Line, can I help you?
|
|||
|
|
U:Hi! My name is Tom! Meet my friends Dick
|
|||
|
|
U2:Hi!
|
|||
|
|
U:And Harry!
|
|||
|
|
U3:Hi!
|
|||
|
|
T:Uh...Hello...
|
|||
|
|
U:Are you friendly?
|
|||
|
|
T:Yes...
|
|||
|
|
U:Will you be my friend?
|
|||
|
|
T:Yes, I will.
|
|||
|
|
U:Why, you don't even know me.
|
|||
|
|
T:Because I care.
|
|||
|
|
U123:So, what is the most popular method for Group Suicide?
|
|||
|
|
T:I don't know! Is this some kind of joke?
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U:NICE fucking way to handle a PROBLEM...BITCH!!!! <CLICK>
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And an idea I had many moons ago... This was during the evening...
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We called a dude who lived out in Bufu Egypt, out of any Pizza Delivery's
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area...
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T:Hello?
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U:Hello. This is Dominoe's Pizza. Someone has bought you a pizza as a gift,
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but unfortunately you are out of our delivery area. Could you come and pick it
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up?
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Ah well, that's about it... It was a hell of a time, try it sometime.
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(c)1989 Toxic Shock
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Gross Genitalia
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Twisted Testicles
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Fetal Juice
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Bloody Afterbirth
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presents
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Downfall of Coathanger
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by Bloody Afterbirth
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Toxic File #9
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!@$#%^*&!@$#%^*&!@$#%^*&!@$#%^*&!@$#%^*&!@$#%^*&!@$#%^*&!@$#%^*&!@$#%^*&
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Yea verily I say unto thee, Fetus was a mighty opponent, and The Destroyer
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stood not a chance 'gainst His strength! Let now the tale be told!
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*&%^$#!@*&%^$#!@*&%^$#!@*&%^$#!@*&%^$#!@*&%^$#!@*&%^$#!@*&%^$#!@*&%^$#!@
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Fetus... The Flaming Fetus... Fetus the Fickle... Fetus the Fucked...
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Fetus Owner of Department Stores... Names for the entity brought into existence
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by the Mighty Coathanger. Little did his 'Alimightiness' know that he was but a
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tool of Coathanger... For as long as Fetus and his followers continued their
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actions, Deathbringer only grew in strength... The stronger they became, the
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stronger He became.
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By the Almighty Abortion, Coathanger had brought into existence one of the
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most fearsome forces of all eternity, a force whose sole purpose in 'life' was
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to fuck everything up. Fetus... And as long as Abortion was looked down upon,
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Coathanger's strength would reign eternal... As long as empty headed women saw
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Fetus' as a curse, as long as they were willing to kill a part of themselves,
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Coathanger would dominate... And dominate He did, unknowingly, behind the
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scenes, letting none know that He was in control...
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_- -_-
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Moses was a man of little intelligence. He had this all encompassing
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desire to be whipped and beaten and made to pull big rocks, wallow in the mud,
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and make bricks without straw. So, when Job Services came around and offered
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him a job as a Prince of Egpyt, he turned it down and took on the job of Slave
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to the Pharoah.
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The people of Israel had grown sick of centuries of Bondage and Discipline,
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and were looking for someone to lead them from captivity, someone who would show
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them NEW kinky sex rites.
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Now...Moses was stupid, but he was ambitious. Instead of being whipped, he
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wanted to do the beating, as that turned him on much more. Coathanger noticed
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this, and called to Moses.
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"Moses! Yo! Bud! Hey you! Yeah you, with the stretch marks! Cm'here!"
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For many days, Moses journeyed to the Golden Calf Tavern, where Coathanger
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was leading him. Once there, Moses proceeded to get really fucked up. When he
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was done, and was stumbling out the door, Coathanger appeared.
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"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! Look at THAT! Its a COATHANGER!"
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"Shhhhh! Keep it down, keep it down. Let's make a deal bub."
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"Uhhhh, whash kinda deal you wan' make, Mishter?"
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"I'll show you how to lead your people out of Egpyt and give you your very
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own whip and leather straps, if you'll just promise to do exactly as I say."
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"Ok! Shoundsh good! Let'sh get to work!"
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--Weeks Later, In Pharoah's Audience Chamber, Auditions For Party Entertainment
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Are Being Held--
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"Next!"
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"A girl calling herself Loosey, sire."
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A little girl walked into the chamber, and sat before the Pharoah on a
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small reed mat. She looked up at Pharoah, rolled her eyes in the back of her
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head, started screaming "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME" and spun her head
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around on her shoulders three times, puked bile for 10 feet all over the place,
|
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fingered herself and began fucking the air.
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"Hey, how many of these things are we going to get? That's the fifth one
|
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today! NEXT!"
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"A runaway slave named Moses who turned down the offer of Prince to be
|
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beaten chained and whipped all in the name of kinky sex, sire."
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"What is your trick, what is it that you do?"
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"My Lord and My God speaks to you through me, and these are his words.
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Let my people go, so that they may worship me faithfully without being
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whipped and beaten!"
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"Who is this Lord, that I should let them go? I know this dude not, and
|
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the Israelites are leaving not."
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Pharoah kicked Moses out, and decreed that all Israelites were now only
|
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required to make half as many bricks as before, and they could have 3 days off
|
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every week, with pay, to be thoroughly beaten and whipped, with newer and
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kinkier sex rites, to keep their mind off of freedom, as Moses promised.
|
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Moses returned to the Golden Calf, got plastered, and met with Coathanger
|
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once again. "Oh Mighty Hanger of Coats, what can we do now? Pharoah didn't
|
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listen to your Mighty Decree, oh he is soooo strong and wise!"
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"Go to my people, Moses. And tell them that their Lord and their God has
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promised freedom from the bondage, freedom from slavery. I will deliver them
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from Egypt!"
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Moses did as told, and was laughed at hysterically. The people were really
|
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enjoying the extra bondage, besides, Coathanger didn't promise anything, just
|
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the end of a fantastically kinky sex act!
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Coathanger and Moses chatted once again, and this time they decided to blow
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Pharoah's mind with some really awesome shit...
|
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"Show me your miracles, show me what this Coathanger can do!"
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Moses pulled out his dick, and it began slithering and sliding, like a
|
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snake, and grew longer and longer, and fucked a serving girl.
|
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|
But Pharoah was unimpressed, and brought another serving girl into the
|
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room. She stripped, and suddenly a long dick slithered from her asshole and she
|
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|
proceeded to pump herself until she couldn't fuck any longer.
|
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|
|
And then Coathanger said unto Moses..."Go to Pharoah as he goes out to piss
|
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|
|
in the river. Then, take in hand your mighty dick and say to him "Coathanger
|
|||
|
|
says, Let My People Go, or I shall surely strike the waters of the river and
|
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|
|
make them nasty!""
|
|||
|
|
Pharoah went out to take his morning piss, and noticed someone on the other
|
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|
|
bank, flailing his arms and going "Oo oo oo! Hey! Hey! Lookit lookit!" He
|
|||
|
|
recognized it as Moses. He was holding his dick in hand, and started mumbling
|
|||
|
|
some gibberish about striking the river if Pharoah didn't free the people.
|
|||
|
|
"Hey, yo, you can kiss my ASS if you think I'm letting all this free sex
|
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|
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go! You MUST be buggin'"
|
|||
|
|
So with a mighty grunt, Moses pissed in the river, and it turned yellow and
|
|||
|
|
stank, becoming urine. The whole of the river was urine, but Pharoah was not
|
|||
|
|
bothered, anyone can piss in a river. He spoke to the slaves...
|
|||
|
|
"Slaves of Egypt! Because of what has been done to my river, I am now
|
|||
|
|
cutting out the whippings! You will now do NOTHING! You will stay at home and
|
|||
|
|
be treated like HUMAN BEINGS! That is the punishment!"
|
|||
|
|
Now the slaves grew restless, and yea, even Moses was depressed, because he
|
|||
|
|
too missed the Bondage and Discipline. Ah! His moment! He could take
|
|||
|
|
advantage of the situation!
|
|||
|
|
"My people! Coathanger says this! Follow me from Egypt, and I shall see
|
|||
|
|
to it that you are thrashed thrice daily!"
|
|||
|
|
Well, the people were really excited about this, and began to form a faith
|
|||
|
|
for Coathanger, and worshipped Moses as His prophet. After all, anything was
|
|||
|
|
better than being treated like humans...
|
|||
|
|
And Moses spoke again to Coathanger, and again Moses went unto Pharoah.
|
|||
|
|
"Pharoah! This is what Coathanger the Barbarian has decreed! If you don't
|
|||
|
|
let my people go, you're gonna be really really really really really sorry! I
|
|||
|
|
shall send plagues on top of plagues and you will weep!"
|
|||
|
|
"Bah humbug... You expect me to believe that shit?"
|
|||
|
|
Fetus had hardened Pharoah's heart, unbeknownst to all. The Pharoah was
|
|||
|
|
now the tool of Fetus, doing as Fetus bade.
|
|||
|
|
The next day, frogs with lice stormed the country and attacked the cattle,
|
|||
|
|
giving them all boils which killed them all and then flies buzzed the area
|
|||
|
|
dropping tons of maggots onto the fields and then ten gazillion locusts flew
|
|||
|
|
through and ate up everybody's Egyptian Express cards and then the sun was
|
|||
|
|
struck and it was dark at noon for all kinds of hours. But still, Pharoah was
|
|||
|
|
strong, his heart was hardened. He did not give in.
|
|||
|
|
Hank Aaron then arose in front of the people and a dejected Moses. "My
|
|||
|
|
Lord speaks to me, and gives me a message for you all:
|
|||
|
|
"Yo...Dudes! This is FETUS! Wanna have a PARTY? Well hey man, all you
|
|||
|
|
cats gotta do meet me in the desert at 9pm Friday! Catch ya later dudes!"
|
|||
|
|
Moses feared for Coathanger as all the Israelites suddenly decided that
|
|||
|
|
Fetus was the man to vote for.
|
|||
|
|
"Wait! People of Israel! Fetus has offered you no way of leaving!
|
|||
|
|
Coathanger shall remove you from here, and let you go to the party, all you must
|
|||
|
|
do is follow Coathanger's decrees!"
|
|||
|
|
Well hey, the people saw a definite advantage in following Coathanger,
|
|||
|
|
Fetus was notoriously good at having some really wakked out parties, the
|
|||
|
|
Canaanites were a really jammin' kinda people, and everyone had heard about the
|
|||
|
|
big blast they had at Sodom...
|
|||
|
|
The next morning, Moses once again approached Pharoah.
|
|||
|
|
"This is the word of Coathanger.
|
|||
|
|
Free my people, that they may have a hell of a party."
|
|||
|
|
Well, Pharoah wasn't about the let a bunch of slaves go to a party that he
|
|||
|
|
didn't get an invitation to, so he promptly said NO and decreed that all slaves
|
|||
|
|
would now be allowed to stay up as late as they wanted.
|
|||
|
|
Aaron stood before his people and Pharoah and said, "This is the decree of
|
|||
|
|
my liege Fetus! Let 'em go or you'll be soooooorrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyy!"
|
|||
|
|
Pharoah laughed at that, after all, how foolish could these people be? Who
|
|||
|
|
ever heard of a dude named Fetus being able to do anything to a Pharoah?
|
|||
|
|
But even as Pharoah laughed, all of the Egyptian Fetuses ruptured the flesh of
|
|||
|
|
their mothers, clawing their way out, slaughtering their parents and all their
|
|||
|
|
friends, going on a mass killing spree and hacking up all the first born boys in
|
|||
|
|
all the families except those who had a Ghostbuster sign on their front door.
|
|||
|
|
"Ok! Ok! I give! Fetus has beaten me! The people may go to the party!
|
|||
|
|
They are free!"
|
|||
|
|
Cheers and ecstatic joy went through all the slaves, for at last, they
|
|||
|
|
would have a hell of a party in the desert! Coathanger felt his power slipping,
|
|||
|
|
for Fetus had a power that Coathanger had not foreseen.
|
|||
|
|
Coathanger spoke unto Moses once again... "Take my people towards the sea,
|
|||
|
|
and when you reach the sea, piss in it, and the waters shall be parted!"
|
|||
|
|
"Oh, yeah right, bullshit man, there's no way in hell you can do something
|
|||
|
|
like that!"
|
|||
|
|
"Well, ok, so you're right. Take my people to the bridge I built last
|
|||
|
|
night, that'll let 'em cross the Red Sea. And hey, while yer there, light up a
|
|||
|
|
Bic for me and say I caused the flame, ok?"
|
|||
|
|
"Yeah, sure, but I better get a hell of a pension for this."
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
Two months later... Coathanger had, deliberately, led the people away from
|
|||
|
|
the party and towards the mountains. Fetus was furious, for he had not known
|
|||
|
|
that the people were so stupid as to see that it was HE that caused the attack
|
|||
|
|
by the fetuses. As they neared the mountains, Rap music was heard from the top
|
|||
|
|
of Cyanide, and Moses took it as a sign. He told all the people to stay where
|
|||
|
|
they were, that he was going to go get some really juked out shit and he'd be
|
|||
|
|
back shortly.
|
|||
|
|
Once Moses reached the top of the mountain, he found a flaming marijuana
|
|||
|
|
plant, but it wasn't burning up! Well, this was like the most fucked thing he
|
|||
|
|
had ever seen, and he was truly in awe!
|
|||
|
|
"Moses. Thou hast done thy job well. Now. Scribe these commandments down
|
|||
|
|
for me, for these are the rules my people are to live by.
|
|||
|
|
Thou shalt have no other parties before I say so.
|
|||
|
|
Thou shalt not make for thyself any idol of anything other than Bruce
|
|||
|
|
Springsteen because I said so.
|
|||
|
|
Thou shalt not misuse a coathanger and use it for any purpose other than
|
|||
|
|
back alley abortions, for using it for any other purpose will really piss me
|
|||
|
|
off!
|
|||
|
|
Thou shalt remember the song Sabbath, Bloody Sabbath because it is a really
|
|||
|
|
cool song, and you will listen to it as much as possible.
|
|||
|
|
Thou shalt kill thy mother and thy father, for they are EVIL!
|
|||
|
|
Thou shalt not kill on every third leap year that falls on a Thursday.
|
|||
|
|
Thou shalt not fuck anyone else's spouse with permission.
|
|||
|
|
Thou shalt never tell the truth in any Court of Law.
|
|||
|
|
Thou shalt never covet what thy neighbor has, simply steal the damn thing
|
|||
|
|
and get it over with."
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
But when the People heard the Rap music, they were apalled. They had
|
|||
|
|
busted their asses to follow a drunk son of a bitch to a mountain, missing the
|
|||
|
|
party and still not having any really kinky sex. Then, to top it all off, they
|
|||
|
|
were forced to endure the sounds of Aborigine bongo banging with sounds like fat
|
|||
|
|
lipped fuckers spitting all over the place. That was all they could take!
|
|||
|
|
Well Fetus noticed this. He planted a big ass building right in the middle
|
|||
|
|
of the desert where the People were, and they were amazed. He called it the
|
|||
|
|
Golden Calf Tavern, and all were welcome. Inside he threw a hell of a party,
|
|||
|
|
free drinks to everyone, and the kinkiest sex rites ever devised went on
|
|||
|
|
inside. Adam and Eve would have been awed by the things done inside!
|
|||
|
|
Everybody got fucked up royally, and they were banging like bunnies on a
|
|||
|
|
hot summer night, when Moses came down from the mountain.
|
|||
|
|
Moses was walking slowly, trying to balance the slabs of stone he was
|
|||
|
|
carrying that had the commandments engraved upon them. When he looked down upon
|
|||
|
|
the building and saw that the party had begun, and that Fetus had been
|
|||
|
|
responsible, he slammed the tablets down, breaking them, ran to the building and
|
|||
|
|
joined the party in the name of Fetus.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
And so ended the reign of Coathanger, for the last of his followers were
|
|||
|
|
bought by the thought of an eternal party, a party that only Fetus can throw.
|
|||
|
|
The power of such a blow was too much for Coathanger, the last of his strength
|
|||
|
|
was sapped in attempting to comprehend just exactly HOW kinky the sexual acts
|
|||
|
|
actually were. Fetus reigns supreme.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
*!@&^#$%!*@&#^$%#^@*#@^@*$#%@^#%!&@*#%$#&^!%$&#@%$@#%#@^#!@$!#@!@!&^#*&@!^
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
(c)1989 Toxic Shock - All Rights Aborted or Miscarried
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The Followers Of Fetus
|
|||
|
|
Bloody Afterbirth
|
|||
|
|
Fetal Juice
|
|||
|
|
Gross Genitalia
|
|||
|
|
Twisted Testicles
|
|||
|
|
Tasty Abortion
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
.
|
|||
|
|
.:::::. .::::::::.
|
|||
|
|
...:::::::::.. ::::::::::::
|
|||
|
|
..:::::::::::::::::.. ::::: ::::
|
|||
|
|
.::: ::::::: :::. :::::. :
|
|||
|
|
:: ::::: :: :::::::.
|
|||
|
|
: ::: : :::::::::.
|
|||
|
|
::: ::::::::
|
|||
|
|
::: :::::
|
|||
|
|
::::: : ::::
|
|||
|
|
::::: oxic :::......:::: hock
|
|||
|
|
.:::::::. :::::::::::
|
|||
|
|
::::::::::: :::::::::
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
presents
|
|||
|
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Runaway Pubic Hair
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Centre of Eternity : 615.552.5747 3/24 Baud 40 Megs Lotsa Files
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HQ of The Esoteric Society
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Fucked In The Head : 615.552.xxxx 12/24 Baud Anarchy Related
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soon to be HQ of Toxic Shock
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This is the sad story of Tom... Yes, the story of Tom is sad. And this
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sad story is about Tom, for Tom's story is truly sad. And so, we now begin the
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Tom's sad story...
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Tom was a bater. Just what the hell is a bater? Well, lets put it this
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way, the word is a derivitive for a word that names a certain act that when
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performed supposedly grows hair on your palms or makes you go blind. Yes, my
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friends, Tom was a mastur-bater. Not only was he a masturbater, he was THE
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Master Bater! Yes! Noone could whack like Tom could! He was the best damn
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fist fuck in the whole town! Why, it was even said, that his fist was better
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than any pussy in the world if you lubed it enough!
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Ok, so, Tom the Bater desperately wanted to become a de-bater, but he was
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addicted... Oh, he just HAD to have his morning whack! He came over breakfast,
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in the shower, hell, he even beat his meat at school during films! That feeling
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of sexual relief, the temporary ending of his lustful sexual cravings! It was
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the best thing that had ever happened to him!
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He could not stop.
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None of the warnings did him any good...
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"You'll go BLIND" his dad said.
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"You'll grow HAIR on your palms" his mom said.
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He paid no attention, he heeded nothing but the craving for more bating.
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It was his life. He especially liked to cum all over himself, smearing it as
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far as it would go, onto every square inch of body part he could.
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This went on for a very long time... Tom bated with some of the kinkiest
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techniques available...He tried Coke bottles, paper-towl cardboard thingies,
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hollowed out bars of soap, his mattress, his wall, Plastic Pussies, hell, he
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even went so far as to suck his own dick to bring the ejaculation...
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But. . . Apparently one of the rumors he had heard was partially correct,
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and a problem soon developed... It seems that the cum WAS causing hair growth.
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Lots of it... Much more accelerated than normal... At first, he thought it was
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just maturity, because he developed a bush that the most unshaven bimbo would
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stand in awe of.
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Yet it did not stop there. It slowly spread its way down the inside of his
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legs... And then it came (npi) up his stomach... He had smeared it on his
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chest, and rapidly, hair was growing on it. He creamed it all over his face,
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and his face was soon a furry mass......
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None of which would have been so bad...Except this was no ordinary hair.
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It was...Runaway Pubic Hair! (Lots of reverb on that) Yes! All the hair he
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was growing was PUBIC hair! The tightly curled mass of brown oily hair was all
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over his body! And the more he shaved it, the quicker it grew back! Soon his
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legs were shaggier than his dogs, he had to shave his face seven times a day and
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even then it his face was hardly ever truly shaven! He soon found himself
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wearing larger shirts, because the hair on his abdomen had gotten so thick his
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normal shirts would no longer fit!
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It spread to his back, and all over his ass! Down his legs and even onto
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his feet! It grew into his ears and his nose! It took over his scalp and his
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head of hair was now pubic hair!
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And before anyone knew what the hell was going on, Tom was nothing but a
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big ball of ever growing runaway pubic hair.
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You better stop bating, little kiddies.
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(c)1989 Toxic Shock What rights? This is America!
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Followers Of Fetus
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Twisted Testicles
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Tasty Abortion
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Gross Genitalia
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Fetal Juice
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Bloody Afterbirth
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