Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 8:49 pm Post subject: The Tale of the Hand
When you awake from death you appear in ancient timed south middle school where no children await. The empty halls lead no where but a single dirty room with the hand. The hand sat in the middle of the room waiting for the next sinner to appear. As the scared child sits in the hand he realizes something was wrong. The hand began to move. Its thumb rocked up and down on the child's crotch. It jiggled and wiggled and throbbed about. Than after the child struggles from the hand. It cages him inwards and shoots piss from the walls into his hair and loins and throat. Slowly the child gets up again stained from the liquids that were emit from the walls. The hand grew cold and slowly disappeared leaving the boy alone on a couch. Had he gone crazy? Was it all his imagination. No, the seaman still ran down the back of his throat. It was OK now, he left and appeared in a giant white room. A hompfro stood leaving his legs open and the child looked up into the mans legs and saw a television. Peter pan was playing slowly it emerged from the the screen to real life and it all whacked his thigh. It left a red mark upon his breasts. All the children from above came down and told him. They told him that it was Michael Jackson's hand. He had just undergone surgery for the whomping disease and had removed the hands that had grown from his sides and they squeezed him. Jackson left out his pain on the children who had died that day. _________________ every time you cough you lose 7 brain cells
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