ok im done now
The Times
Yeah, you wrote the word crab. And with me, I've got a piece of stationary and I've written down exactly what the word means to me.
Every since prom, I've loved being f***ed by unprotected dongs. Well, sure enough, I got crabs. I had a crab on my cun t so big you could've seasoned it and added some spice and had yourself one hell of a meal. I contracted those crabs from the prom king. He f***ed me in the limo after receiving his award. He told me he wanted to fill my slot with unprotected c0ck so that he could give me his crabs. I thought he was goofing around, but he was dead serious and loving every minute of it. Within a week, crabs had infested my cun t. Every inch of my f*ck bucket was covered with those nasty little venereal vermin entitled crabs. Sometimes they would bite my **** and it would feel great, but most of the time it was horrible and made me feel inferior.
I didn't know how to get rid of them and I didn't have health insurance so I lived with them for 10 years and 3 days. I tried sitting in tomato juice and I learned later that was fir getting rid of skunk stench, but I figured if you can't beat em, join em. I named every single crab that had moved onto the surface of my snatch. As far as I could feel, there was 20: Raymond, Lupe, Bobby, Ernest, Dixie, Lawrence, Steve, Shirley, Alejandro and Neche. Eventually, after I saved up enough cash, I turned my attention to a doctor who helped me kill the crabs. At the time I was happy to be free from their constant biting, but then became suicidal because I had killed my friends that had been by my side for ten years. Even when I would go out for a weekend of unprotected f***ing, they wouldn't leave me. They believed in me, Not one of the peters that pulverized my p***sy during my ten years of crab infestation contracted them. Those crabs stood by my poontang through thick and thin, and I fell deeply in love with them, and they loved me.
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Disclaimer: This isn't autobiographical, in case you weren't in dubtrack last night