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>From dbrian@santafe.edu Sat May 15 13:51:59 1993
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Subject: Blooball Entrepreneur V
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You sit in your apartment enjoying your single life, and you have
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ditched your popularity leech, Bech Bruce. (Ed. note- this is a fictional
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story, all names are fictional, and any parallels to the real world are
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purely coincidental.) Anyway, as I was saying, you are sitting in your
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apartment over the summer, and you decide that you need a big, fat, juicy
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Slurpee (TM). You leave and stroll on down the sunny street, entering
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the shining Mecca of convenient stores, 7-11.
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You pour yourself a bountiful cup of cherry Slurpee (TM), ane walk
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toward the counter to pay for it. The cashier seems to be in the back, as
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you yell, "Hey, I want to buy a muthafuckin slurpee, ya seven eleven ass
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bitch!"
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"Excuse me?", you hear as you see the sexy ass face of Mattia
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Obradovic poke out from inside the back door.
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"Oh, Mattia- sorry, " you apologize as she yells, "Shut up you slug!
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If you didn't know, I am in the niniety-five percent of bitches who like
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to be treated like the kitchen-dwelling slaves that we are."
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Mattia draws nearer as she slowly unzips her red seven eleven shirt
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to reveal her four-inch deep cleavage. You bow your head down in
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reverence, as you lean forward to partake in the feast of breastly
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plentitude. Mattia stops you as she gestures for you to follow her into
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the back room. You obey as you walk into the storage room to find Mattia
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assuming the position of FUCKIN' on a few cases of Dr. Pecker. You take
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your place between her powerful legs as you unbutton her jeans and begin
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to slip them off. It is difficult for you to stay on her bare chest
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because of the sheer mass of her tits. You roll off as though you were
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trying to balance yourself on a pair of basketballs. Her erect nipples
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poke into your chest as you succeed in removing her jeans. She now wears
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nothing but black bikini panties. You remove them, sliding your hands
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over her wide hips. The moist smoothness of her hips soon turns into
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crusty scabbiness as you realize that you had mistaken Mattia for a pile
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of picked scabs. Your penis is cemented inside the pile by blooball dribbles
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as you are stuck in the back of seven-eleven forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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oh well, this is good-bye
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i bid thee well
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so long
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see ya
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later
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john
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