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2.22.2007
Love in the Time of Peruvia.
i woke up this morning feeling pretty good.
'twill be a fine day, said i.
yes, 'twill, indeed.
but... wait. wait a minute.
a strange feeling made my neck feel prickly.
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WHAT WAS THAT?
oh my god...
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OH MY GOD!!!
a billion thoughts swirled through my head and i felt dizzy, sick to my stomach. i desperately wished for a ginger candy.
who is that strange man on the bed? where is his body?
am i scared...? or... excited?
where am i? how long have i been here?
why does the room smell of balls?
why do i have a mustache?
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wait, WHAT?
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OH MY GOD, WHY DO I HAVE A MUSTACHE?!?!
i realized quickly that i was put under some kind of spell...
an ancient peruvian rape-spell, no doubt.
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and suddenly, there were... two. two strong, powerful, peruvian face-men.
what kind of terrible, barbaric things will they do to me, i wondered.
what kind of erotic and adventurous terrible things will they do to me???
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but as some time passed, they did me no harm.
they told me of love, of heartbreak, of... life. also, of performing unlubricated anal sex by force. but not on me.
my fear quickly became diluted with comfort (they were made of sweatsock material, after all), with understanding...
the disembodied peruvians weren't the creepy rape-monsters with 11-inch wangs as i had desperately hoped feared, they were just lonely...
... lonely, as I too had been once...
their presence filled me with calm, serenity...
... with happiness.
my once empty life, was now complete.
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i was now one with them.
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YAY!!! PEANUT BUTTER!!!
.: posted by patreesha :. @ 8:25 PM
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