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Friday, March 19, 2004




Death by Bukkake

By her grave, they stood:

"Son, when somebody asks", said the father, "...say that your mother drowned."
The son nodded, unknowing and sad.

He felt terrible having to lie to the child, but he dared not explaining to him the truth.
That his wife choked on her own vomit of his semen, a gag reflex.




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