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post by GEORGE ZIMMER at 2009-09-01 14:43:24
HI, I'M GEORGE ZIMMER, FOUNDER AND CEO OF THE MENS WAREHOUSE. RECENTLY, I WAS APPROACHED BY A LASCIVIOUS-LOOKING LADY PERSON. HER BULGING BUSTLINE IMMEDIATLY CAUSED MY MAST-LIKE MAMMOTH MAN CANNON TO EXPAND IN ELEPHANTINE ELONGATION. THE LADY IN QUESTION, WHOSE BEAUTY WAS ONLY MATCHED BY THAT OF MY DINOSAUR-SIZED DOWNSTAIRS DOWEL, WAS AGHAST, AND THUS PROCEEDED TO STARE INTENTLY AT MY INTENSIFYINGLY TITANTIC LUST LOG OF INFINITE INTESTINAL INVASION. AS IT OBILTERATED MY FINE UNDERWEAR AND TROUSERS (CUNNINGLY CONSTRUCTED BY MY DIGNIFIED CHAIN OF RANDY RETAILERS), SHE WAS SO FLABBERGASTED AT THE SHEER SIZE AND GRANDEUR OF MY MAGNIFICENT AND MORBID ZIMMER BATON THAT I SHREDDED HER CLOTHES WITH MY PSYCOKINETIC EYES AND SLAMMED MY VIGOROUS VEINY VAG-GRINDER INTO HER ORGASMIC ORIFICE AND DISCHARGED AN AWE-INSPIRING ARMY OF TESTICLE TADPOLES TO COAT THE INSIDES OF HER SHUDDERING SPHINCTER WITH THE FINEST ZIMMER PROTEIN PACKED PENILE PRODUCE. ONCE I HAD FINISHED WITH THE PUPPYLIKE WHORE, I STAMPED MY NOW NEARLY-FLACCID FLESHY FLAPJACK OF FATE AGAINST THE GROUND AND CHARGED INTO THE NIGHT SKY WITH THE ROCKET FUEL OF A THOUSAND GODS TO CONTINUE MY CRUSADES OF CUNT-CLOBBERIN'. I GUARANTEE IT.
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