
Remember you heard heard a cracking noise coming from the golf cart and looked over and saw that Mr. Tuttle was laying on the top of the golf cart? Remember how his pants were down around his ankles and he was masturbating vigorously? Remember when the roof of the gold cart collapsed under Mr. Tuttle's 450-lb frame? Remember how Tuttle became impaled on a metal shard from the roof of the golf cart? Remember how blood started gushing out of the wound, and Tuttle kept masturbating until he jizzed on the floor and then passed out from the blood loss? Remember how Corky kept viciously thrusting himself into your zoink-hole? Remember when Mr. Belding walked out of his office and you thought he was coming to save you? Remember how you quickly discovered that he was not going to save you when he pulled down his pants, pressed his bare ass against your face and ripped a wet fart, and then went back into his office to eat a large cake by himself? Remember how you heard applause and assumed that someone must have accidentally hit a laugh-track button? Remember how you looked over and instead discovered that the entire audience was clapping, laughing, and cheering on Corky? Remember how sad this made you feel? Remember when Corky blew a huge load in you, infecting you with a virulent strain of Down's Syndrome? You sure got screwed over that time!
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This was fagtastic. Please write more of these. I do miss them. -Shitstain sandwich.
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