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"Ah, yes, there's the world's finest ass," he says admiringly. "But, unfortunately, that is not the apparatus which is to provide me with the pittance I intend to consume. Here, take hold," says he, putting his buttocks into my hands, "that's the source whence all good things do come. . . . Be so kind as to help me shit." I bring up a porcelain pot and place it upon my knees, the abbot backs toward me, stoops, I press his anus, pry it open, and, to be brief, agitate it in every way I think likely to hasten his evacuation. It takes place, an enormous turd fills the bowl, I offer it to its author, he seizes it, precipitates himself upon it, devours it, and discharges after fifteen minutes of the most violent flogging which I administer upon the same behind that shortly before laid such a splendid egg for his breakfast. |
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<--- BAM. |
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wow you can cut and paste de sade |
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He's laughing with another girl And playing with another heart. Placing high stakes, making hearts ache. He's loved in seven languages. Diamond nights and ruby lights, high in the sky. Heaven help him, when he falls. Diamond life, lover boy. We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy. City lights and business nights. When you require streetcar desire for higher heights. No place for beginners or sensitive hearts When sentiment is left to chance. No place to be ending but somewhere to start. No need to ask. He's a smooth operator, smooth operator, smooth operator, smooth operator. Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male. Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale. Face to face, each classic case. We shadow box and double cross, Yet need the chase. A license to love, insurance to hold. Melts all your memories and change into gold. His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold. No need to ask. He's a smooth operator, smooth operator, smooth operator, smooth operator. Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male. Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale. Smooth operator, smooth operator, smooth operator, smooth operator, smooth operator... |
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Sorry, that was stupid. |
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Ooo rock me Amadeus Rock me Amadeus... Rock rock rock rock me Amadeus Rock me all the time to the top Er war ein Punker Und er lebte in der großen Stadt Es war Wien, war Vienna Wo er alles tat Er hatte Schulden denn er trank Doch ihn liebten alle Frauen Und jede rief: Come on and rock me Amadeus Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus Er war Superstar Er war populär Er war so exaltiert Because er hatte Flair Er war ein Virtuose War ein Rockidol Und alles rief: Come on and rock me Amadeus Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus Come on and rock me Amadeus Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus Es war um 1780 Und es war in Wien No plastic money anymore Die Banken gegen ihn Woher die Schulden kamen War wohl jedermann bekannt Er war ein Mann der Frauen Frauen liebten seinen Punk Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus Come and rock me Amadeus.... Baby baby do it to me rock me Baby baby do it to me rock me Baby baby do it to me rock me Ja ja ja Baby baby do it to me rock me Baby baby do it to me rock me Baby baby do it to me rock me Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus... |
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Sorry, that was stupid. |
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huzzah! |
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"this is disgusting! it's pornography!" should a pasty slug like woman, vanilla ice cream smeared across her double chin like a money shot. countered the balding professor type in his forties, left hand stuffed brassly down the front of his pants "no, no, no, this is beautiful. this is art." |
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You just don't get it. |
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I wonder if anyone else gets the reference. I know there are some other fans on this board. |
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nice ass. |
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Very |
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I do my best. |
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