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Anonymous
I was riding my bike home from the city park one night. I grew up in a pretty bad neighborhood and there was a lot of stray dogs. As i was passing this one house I heard something come running out from behind the bushes. I freaked out and started to haul ass. when i looked back I saw a humongous Rott Weiler chasing me. Before I knew it he snatched onto my jnco's, luckly they where 5-O's so he didn't get my leg, but as a result I flipped my bike. My adrenaline was pumping and I picked up my bike and started screaming at him. It proceded to lunge at me and I swung the back tire with all my might. The back peg hit him square in the face. No yelp, no staggering, just a big black dog laying in a growing pool of blood. So I grabbed a stick and poked at him. When I was sure he was dead I walked up and started to stroke his penis. Rigum mortus had done wonders to his doggy dong so I suck up my asshole.
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