My day with Osama
My day with Osama
| Sex Story Author: | Inthepoopshoot |
| Sex Story Excerpt: | But when I say eating bamboo I mean acts of homosexuality in the secrecy of a chinese restaurant. Kluckers started |
| Sex Story Category: | Fantasy |
| Sex Story Tags: | True Story |
Hullo, my name is Shiska Bobba GaNoosh. More like Jeff. Last week I was at my buddy Osama’s house watching some Anne frank porn when me and Binny laden decided to inject gasoline into our jugulars to get high. Osama started to shit out uncontrollably and then started freaking out on the floor like an amputee doing the stanky leg. After a few fortnights of Osama’s endocrine system tweeking out, Osama died and I was awarded for single handedly killing Osama. I received ten million dollars from us government and was told by president Barack Hussein Tyler Perry Obama that whatever I wanted at any time I could have. His wife, Mrs. Jemima, gave me a bucket of fried chicken and purple drink and told me to tickle her inners with my pinky. I said “No you cotton picking charcoal baby!, and head butted her into a coma.
I returned to my home town,(not Kenya), and came across Brie. After she cleaned my nut butter off her face we decided to go find kluckers and push him onto his back and watch him struggle to lift the sack of human flubber that is his body off the floor. We walked to the local buffet and found him grazing on sweet and sour caulk. We followed the oversized pillsbury doughboy to the back room and found a panda named phil eating bamboo.
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