BigJimsWornOutTires
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Just about every hour of your life, one of your doppelgangers bites the dust. Before conception, a few of them died. And after birth, their hearts stopped. But the few who made it to your age can connect with you, like an infected wart. Though you’ll need to fondle it for the juicy secretion, if you catch my meaning?
When you’re walking through the yard, or through your neighbor’s yard, or the person you’re stalking, you envision a snake biting you. You can feel the burn shooting up your leg. What the fuck was that?
Ah, yes, one of your dops, halavista.
Perhaps you’re making sweet, smelly love with the woman. Suddenly, you envision a dick in her mouth as you rock into her. What the good golly molly was that? Indeed. In another universe, she was getting trained.
Buying a lottery ticket and thinking, Whoa, I have this strong sense I will win. But you won’t… another version will. Teehee, motherfucker.
Hollywood writers fancy the parallel universes. Their self-awareness of our reality urges them to ponder it. But instead of abusing this awareness and seeking out your dops for companionship or advice, they make stupid fucking movies. “Hehehe, Tony Stalk is back but not Ian man! He big bully Doomy. Hehehe, I’m toe klever. I want award.”
Earlier, one of my dops bit the dust—a rattlesnake got him. Using his final thoughts, he sent me a message. And he said, “My dick’s bigger than yours, bitch! You should’ve eaten more protein when you were younger. Checking out, see ya.”
When you’re walking through the yard, or through your neighbor’s yard, or the person you’re stalking, you envision a snake biting you. You can feel the burn shooting up your leg. What the fuck was that?
Ah, yes, one of your dops, halavista.
Perhaps you’re making sweet, smelly love with the woman. Suddenly, you envision a dick in her mouth as you rock into her. What the good golly molly was that? Indeed. In another universe, she was getting trained.
Buying a lottery ticket and thinking, Whoa, I have this strong sense I will win. But you won’t… another version will. Teehee, motherfucker.
Hollywood writers fancy the parallel universes. Their self-awareness of our reality urges them to ponder it. But instead of abusing this awareness and seeking out your dops for companionship or advice, they make stupid fucking movies. “Hehehe, Tony Stalk is back but not Ian man! He big bully Doomy. Hehehe, I’m toe klever. I want award.”
Earlier, one of my dops bit the dust—a rattlesnake got him. Using his final thoughts, he sent me a message. And he said, “My dick’s bigger than yours, bitch! You should’ve eaten more protein when you were younger. Checking out, see ya.”
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