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| I was sauntering down the street on Martin Luther King Jr. day when a man stopped me in my tracks and asked me for the time. I told him that time didn't exist.... | |
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| and it was only a state of mind to man. The man apologized and forgave me for his ignorance by giving me a back rub. It was so relaxing. I never wanted it to end. But then I noticed that.... | |
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| I was holding up traffic. A man in a jeep was honking at me. He had to rush his pregnant wife to the hospital of something. I don't know. I wasn't listening because I was taken over by the music.... | |
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| I started moving around with the beat. I called it: dancing! I danced and danced for over six hours. Which was odd because it was only a 3 minute song and the jeep was long gone. I sat on a tuffet.... | |
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| and checked my feet. They were covered with big, bloody blisters. I began to rub them. It was horribly painful, but I couldn't stop. I rubbed them faster and faster until I moaned like a water buffalo | |
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| My nipples got so hard that they popped out of my muscle shirt and stabbed a dog in the face. Then he looked at me, as to ask "Why?" There was a long pause. Then I farted and we both laughed. The End! | |
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