Enrique Morales had hidden his true feelings for months, but when he saw Vern in the shower he knew he had to have him. The older fellow's buttocks gleamed wetly with soap. The reflection of the fluorescent lights from Vern's soft globes cast an angelic halo about him. "Ay, Madre de Dios," Enrique moaned
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I just think of the time it must have taken you to compose this magnum opus- time that other people would waste on superficial asshattery like, fuck, I dunno...functioning at the higher levels of Bloom's Taxonomy or some faggot shit like that.
Through your masterful lampooning of homosexual intercourse, I am enlightened anew. Though it is essentially exactly the same in every component (much like Mexican food), I insist that your verdant prose and pointed verbiage is utterly unlike every other hamfisted misanthropic pastiche of assfucking to utilize emotional buzz words like "nigger" and invoke the Third Reich for its dependable and predictable shock value.
No, this is groundbreaking shit right here. I'm reminded of the incredible innovation and variance one sees in the work of Dave Barry, Cathy Guisewhite, and the guy who draws "Garfield".
Haha, yeah, that Cathy really does ( ... )
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