Contributor: jk lowell - - You laugh when you see dog mutilation dogs set a flame whimpering, casting out its last dying breath and it has a couple million views. You wanna see a cock get cut off? or in half? read about crisis around the world after seeing snuff and cat videos? what You got ten minutes to kill and a bit of an itch? how bout some octopus porn to tickle Your fancy eight arms at a time? what’ll it take You to read? Something of disgusting nature, something’s gotta be at stake, right? should we all shudder when the white teacher says Nigger when reading Huck Fin? what about cringe at the amount of twelve year olds like cock sucking more than Your mother? what at stake there, pride? What’s at stake when the Lakers lose, You’re not a shareholder or on the team. If it ain’t about the money in your pocket then why are...

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Contributor: Brett Milam - - "Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous, And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour?" -William Shakespeare' Somebody died. Don’t worry about it. A lot of people die, every day. From being fat fucks. Shot, stabbed, drowned, natural disasters, aborted, whatever. This one was Eloisa. Brain aneurysm while she was taking her kid to a soccer match. Felt sick, drove him, and didn’t even make it out of the car. Hell, she didn’t even get the seatbelt off. At least, that’s what I heard some dudes saying by the willow tree, chain smoking. Her obit said she was a “secretary to Jameson and Jameson’s Law Firm, mother of one, Elizabeth,” and other sappy shit some college intern wrote up with a hangover. I just took note of the address for the service, jotted it...

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Contributor: Reese Scott - - He would sit in his room. He could hear his father watching Monday Night Football. He could hear his mom preparing dinner. He locked his bedroom door. Took out the magazines from his backpack and put them on his bed. Took off his pants and stood there staring at the magazines. There was Playboy, Penthouse and some other ones he had read about that were supposed to be more exciting. He touched his dick. Pulled it back and forth. Looking at the women. Their breasts. Their pussies. Some with dicks in there mouth, others having enormous penises inserted in places he would never have thought off. He kept stroking his dick. Then he began to become hard. Then he could feel the excitement running through him. He felt like he was alone hiding a secret that only now he could release. When he finally came, he looked...

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