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LOL! Deb I've been inspired!

Gymyg, in my workshop, the result of one little spark would make the national news!

AWESOME! (about how much explosive material you have).

Unfortunately, most of my stash was blown up on 7.4.08.

Until last week I lived in my moms basement. It was a dark, filthy hole,
completely unfinished and it smelled like mold. It had two of those lights
with the pull string and exposed insulation. Tons of spiders, and my prized
possession was a purple velour couch from the 70s handed down to me from my
aunt, along with one of those old TVs with all the wood around it that
weighed like a million pounds. The couch and area rug was completely crusted
over from man juice from living down there for over 15 years. Every time
someone would sit on it I would laugh to myself knowing that they were
sitting on my dried up cum. I can't even begin to tell you how many times I
came on the carpeting and couches and just let it dry.

I hated living in my moms basement, but it was the only privacy I had in the
entire world, and it's where I would smoke weed, play guitar pretty much 24/7. It feels really weird to be living above
ground now, and my eyes are slowly starting to adjust to all the light. I
kinda miss the damn place. I wanted to share with you some of the highlights
of the basement years, because it's what made me into the premature balding,
fat man I am today.

When I was about 16 I moved my bedroom down to the basement because I though
it would be cool having more privacy, or so I thought. Little did I know my
mom would go into my new room every chance she got and would go through my
stuff. One day I came home from school and she was carrying my bedsheets
upstairs and asked me why my bedsheets smelled funny and were all stiff and
crunchy. My face turned totally pale when I realized that my mom was
touching the dried up jizz on my sheets. I seriously wanted to throw up,
thinking that my own mother was playing with my now hardened cum stains. I
told her that I spilled a glass of milk on the bed and didn't bother to
clean it up, and she believed me. Then again she also thought my bong was a
science experiment from chemistry class. My mom is really naive, totally a
50s Leave It To Beaver type mom who has never drank or done drugs in her
entire life. I used to grow weed in my backyard and I told her it was
paisley, and she believed me, thinking that weed only grows in the tropics.

A month later she came downstairs to get my laundry and took my bedsheets
off my bed, and was taking them upstairs when she asked if I spilled milk on
them again. What can I say, I'm a lazy fucker and would just jizz on my
sheets and roll over and go to bed. I never realized that my mom would touch
it when she did the laundry. I said yeah, it's milk, then she asked
why there was so much of it. I just brushed her off. After a few minutes she
came back into the room and yelled at me, saying "If you're going to
ejaculate, use a towel!" I wanted to throw up, right then and there when it
hit me that my mom finally realized at that very moment that she was
touching her kids dried up cum, not once, but twice. Needless to say I
started doing my own laundry after that (and got myself a cum rag).

copy pasta?

30 min! more or less!!

to the days of what?? Ron Jeremy and Anal Annie? Back when women had big hairy bushes? Back when there were few fake boobies? Back when bean bags were cool? LOL ;-P

hahah holy shit your so right though it sounds like old porno music

It's "Offshore" by Chicane. I think I first heard it off the old Hackers movie soundtrack.

you know it obgyn

That full length mirror you mentioned probably came from a carnival, you know, the ones that distort the reflection.