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Where's Monica when we need her?!

There was once a young man who called himself Dexter. He ventured in many realms in search for a purpose in life. He found none in the face of ridicule, thus created his own prerogative: to troll everyone forever.

I don't know who Monica is, but I'm pretty damn sure my stories are better than hers.

Hey SW.  Let us write a story about dexter.  Unedited and rated R please!

Monica is the only one who can make decent erotic fiction of SW members.

You're supposed to carry on the story. That's why these threads never last, because people like you keep fucking up the story.

that's projecting your self thrill.. due to it being hot and in summer around your area

people like me?you mean the non-delusional and far superior versions of your self

by Dexterity

that's projecting your self thrill.. due to it being hot and in summer around your area

Right...

If only I had a basement though... to keep people like you in.

 

 

by Thrill Kill

One hot, summer day Dexter was sitting home alone in his mother's basement jerking off to pictures of Sarah. Unbeknown to Dexter, Thrill Kill had discovered Dexter's address and was on her way to give him a surprise he wouldn't soon forget.

With a grunt that'd put any pork to shame, he came on the floor, and fell back in his chair exhausted.

"Man if I wasn't such a fat fuck", he thought. "I might actually be able to do something with myself."

He glanced wistfully at the oversized doll leaning against the wall, ragged blue curls and garish red, painted lips smeared with speckles of cum from times gone by.  It had been lying there, decrepit, since that fateful day Sarah had called him a tool, a shitstain smeared in her memory, a pesky little sewer rat, not worth knowing.  In a fit, he tore the clock from his nightstand and bashed her face into a pulp, smashing the pieces into her chest over and over, until her breasts fell limp and her body, wilted and deflated.  It felt good, and he had lost track of time anyway.  What day was it? What hour?

Ding! His computer rang with a new facebook message. It was Sarah. Maybe she wanted to apologize, maybe she didn't mean it. Maybe she wanted to take back all those terrible things she said. Maybe she loves me after all... He stumbled over the broken remains of his sanity to his desk, and clicked in anticipation.

Then, the doorbell rang.