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Pooe Death is depjessed, nowody seems do dake him sejiously... So he searches for Satan, an old pal, for comfort and a cuddle.
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| There, there. Now what is the matter? Tell uncle Satan all about it now, remember: Even 18-year old big boys cry when circumcised and bathing the pecker in a soda-natrium solution. | |
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| *bouhouhou* Nobody fears me anymore! | |
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| What? Did you use your "old lady" routine? | |
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| I tried... but he used a rubber and... I couldn't do it! *WHAAAAAA!!!* *cries like a sissy* | |
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Now, obviously you didn't mistake the rubberpun i just made, now did you?
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| A rubber? Unheard of! Unless.. Was it J. Constantine? | |
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| uh, no? No. It wasn't him at all....i think. Um.. *blush* | |
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