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Subject: I have proof that hockey players are sweet and respectable

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Biggest War Pig Alive

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Date Posted: 10:08:52 03/04/03 Tue
Author Host/IP: 155.33.82.100

Alright, here's how it went. One day I was all about going to church with my parents and volunteering at a local animal shelter. I knitted and stuff. Then I met "Timmy". He floored me. His unwashed flow hung in thick, separated chunks and glowed with weeks of sweat and helmet cheese. I could smell his dragon breath from where I sat (the bleachers), and I blushed as I noticed the cute way his 3 teeth overlapped when he smiled at me. Could a war pig ask for anything more? That night, when I attended a party thrown by the team, he gently guided me into a dark room by my ripped underwear and hurled me onto the bed. I giggled girlishly as my face smacked into the headboard, leaving part of my eye socket exposed. I knew I might have looked a bit silly but I pressed on, knowing that something incredible was in store for me. Timmy grunted, flipped me onto my stomach and ripped off my J. Lo jumpsuit. I squeezed my eyes shut and grimaced slightly as I felt Timmy throw his horn up my balloon knot. It hurt but I figured since it was just my ass it was OK. And it's not like Timmy would tell anyone. After all, he promised. Even when I farted as he pulled out and drew happy faces on my ass with his cum and his friends ran in and hit me with hockey sticks in the face eventually rendering me unconscious, I knew it was all in good fun. Obviously if the boys think I'm good enough to be let in on such a sacred tradition such as this, one of them must be gearing up to ask me out. So call me a war pig! You're just jealous.

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Re: I have proof that hockey players are sweet and respectable	Um a girlfriend	10:42:30 03/04/03 Tue
Re: I have proof that hockey players are sweet and respectable -- Thats fucked up!, 16:42:31 03/04/03 Tue