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moleman · Joined: 13 May 2008 Posts: 275 Location: The Garden Theater

222 Club. Back room where they keep the antique pube shaving equipment and private dining booths. Had a double portion of the Hootenany: a loaf of deep fried Wonder bread stuffed with Tater tots and Cheese Whiz still in the can, and slathered with the goo of a dozen Moon pies. Served in a hooker's sneaker.
vomitting. diarhea. coma. woke up a week later 25 pounds lighter and finding myself having been violated repeatedly.

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Poe Man Poe · Joined: 03 Dec 2007 Posts: 368 Location: Pittsburgh, Pa.

I needed to urinate like 'Peoria Lightening' in the home stretch at Hialeah. And it's part of the reason that I really didn't get to sample the cuisine at “Lenore's House of Pâté or Brisket and Lounge". My original intent was to piss and then peruse the menu. Upon entering the mens room I conducted a relief of my bladder so enjoyable that I feel an innate need to convey it here. As I attempted to relieve myself, I discerned a low moaning emanating from the stall nearest the filthy hand towel dispenser. I go to leave as quickly as possible ( I didn't even dry my hands,... and I mean runnin' 'cause fu*k this guy) and he rolls out of the stall and nails his head on the brownish linoleum. The last thing he uttered was, "Don't get the "Head Cheese and Spam Special!" He died and the authorities burned his body in a corn field. The head cheese sandwich thing made him go all animal and unreasonable. I decided to go to "Shemmies Shanks 'n' Franks" in Charleroi. I couldn't eat, though. Unexaggerated fountains of filth and bile emanating from every orifice due only to what I had witnessed in the men room. runs.

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