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my balloons bring all the clowns to the yard and they're like "toot toot moo quack" and i'm like "give me some more balloons bitch azz //iger"

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Not to allow wormboy to steal my thunder though, my slave's sacrifice should get some attention

 

If anyone would be so kind as to link my story of sexual misconduct with my 7 yr old daughter, that would be appreciated. 

 

Could anyone tell me why I would take down all those lovely photos? I was very proud of myself, seems a pity to lose that claim to "fame"

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The human shield in the first picture looks like a mad bitch.

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So? Nobody has anything to say about this? Looks like my boy 3xp can't get noticed even when he pulls a retribution :'(

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nice

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They won't think I'm so soft and funny when I stab my grandpa!!111

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This is a sex story I wrote during my spare time in the ISIS army training days, in the name of Mete, my sweet sexy daughter <3 ;3

Daddy's Girl (chapter one)

“That’s a good girl, come on,” 
 
“Dad? Daddy?” I questioned hastily. My heart started to thrum 
like  humming bird wings and my stomach clenched. Fear. It was dark, so 
dark.
 
“I said come on here, I ain’t gon’ hurt ya.” His voice sounded 
gruff, filled with alcohol probably. I timidly walked over to where he 
stood next to the couch. I could see the outline of his form; he 
staggered slightly as he stretched out his hand to pull me into his 
arms. 

His hold wasn’t as comfortable as I remembered. It had been a 
while since he 'd even talked to me let alone hugged me—since my recent 
fourteenth birthday…and the day my mom died.
 
“You look just like her…” he whispered. 
 
“Ow, dad, you’re hurting me.” 
 
“Shhh,” he stroked my hair, his hand inched down, lower to my 
shoulder. I shuddered; he towered over my small frame. My breath caught 
in my throat and my heart felt as if it was going to burst out of my 
ribs any second now. I was so scared.
 
“Daddy?” I squeaked.  
 
“Mmmm,” he grunted, “so soft...” his hand inched down even lower.
This wasn’t right; dads aren’t supposed to do this to their daughters, 
are they?
 
“Ouch daddy,” I cried, tears began to stream down my face. 
 
“Shut up and quit your whinin’!” 
 
“Please, stop, daddy please.” I whisper-begged. 
 
I felt the sting before I realised what he had done. He had 
back-handed me across my cheek. Pain shot through my skull and tears 
automatically spilled out of my eyes.
 
He was touching me in places I knew dads weren’t supposed to 
touch. I begged him to stop. The memory is distant now, like my mind 
refuses to remember certain parts. 
 
But I remember how the light of the moon shone against his ragged
face above me, he hadn’t shaved in days. I remember his blood shot eyes
and the evil expression on his face, an expression I didn’t know could 
exist in the real world let alone on my daddy. I was always a daddy’s 
girl, for as long as I can remember. His hand was securely held over my 
mouth as the heavy weight of his body pressed into mine.  
 
Silent tears spilled continuously down my face, and I froze. My 
insides froze, my world froze. Things like this only happened in books 
and in movies, so I thought. I was an innocent girl at only fourteen, 
not yet comprehending the vast level of evil that the world could hold.
 
I was an innocent fourteen year old girl when my daddy raped me.
 
I would never be the same again. 
 
 
 
 
“You don’t want to do this.”
 
My hands trembled around the cool metal as the memory shot through my
mind. Disgust raised goose-bumps all over my body. I savagely wiped at 
the tears that streamed down my face, merged with my mascara and 
eyeliner. 
 
“You fucking bastard! You disgusting pig! You make me sick!” I screeched.
 
“Lyndie,”
 
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”
 
“I am so sorry honey,” he begged. Who would have thought it? Tears on a grown man’s face.
 
“You don’t deserve to live.” I whispered in a hate filled voice. 
 
“Honey, just put it down,” he tried calmly. Anger rose within me, how dare he!? My grip steadied, but the tears kept falling. 
 
“Don’t call me honey! DON’T!” I screamed at him. 
 
“Please,” he whispered. 
 
I surveyed him for the first time in two years and compared him to 
the grueling image that was permanently stitched into my mind. He was 
cleanly shaven; his light blue eyes glistened with tears. The light of 
the moon shone against his face, almost making him look….angelic.

 

Incest story

 

This story bro? 

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Hahahahah this is all you could do? Wow man, embarassing. Let me give you my FB myself, you know how to open a link right?

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008815620331

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So? Nobody has anything to say about this? Looks like my boy 3xp can't get noticed even when he pulls a retribution :'(

It's old news now. I don't think even the cops care anymore.

He should have gone on the run or something. It would have made things more interesting.

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It's a real profile you tard, you don't need to look further, you got me, focus on this account!

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