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Nonconsensual

The terrifying screams of pain and agony, the miserable wailing that was accompanied by muffled sounds of hitting and grappling last night was me, and X2. It was the soundtrack of us being uncomfortably penetrated in sensitive areas by the Internal Revenue Service and their gang bang buddies at H & R Block. The most disappointing aspect of this whole scenario is that H&R was expected to be the cowboy that would ride in on the white horse and be wearing the white hate of goodness. Instead he was the guy that just brought home the fact that no one brought any lube.

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render unto Ceaser and the cheap forign labor xbox's keep coming.

Bored already. Post!

I don't know about you, but I got secret pleasure out of the tax agent thinking we were insane because we were divorced and agreeing to pay this thing togther as well as talking rather cheerfully about our new signifigant others.

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