the legend of matt nathanson

once upon a time it was a dark and stormy all hallows eve. I was clad in my Sunday habiliments, when my father's daughter dressed as the reverend, Al Sharpton. Nigger. At any rate, she approached me and loosened my garter from around my large girth. I tried not to bust a woody, but it was in vain. I inexorably erectified and splooged in her face. She dropped to the floor with the first shot. I stood over her and asked her, " Who is thine Father?".
"Nein, nein, heil Hitler. you are my fadder." She responded quickly.
I was suprised she knew right, and I then procced to whisper in her ear,"After that HOT oven...this ice feels good." She knew damn well what I was refering to. Oven Mitt, the infamous world domineering bastard.
Immediately, i dropped to my back and allowed her to ride me like smarty jones. represent. tell kevin he's a fucker. my father's daughter was obviously an incarnate insult to the greatest of my wang, so i walked back 3 paces. i then picked up a 1773 hand crank vibrator circa 1985. that's retaated. fuck the bravo team, cuz damn it feels good to be a gangsta, i'm out. peace in the middle east.

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