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LEMME TELL YOU A STORY ABOUT CHEESE BALLS, KAY?YOU SEE THIS ONE TIME I WAS A CHILD AND I WAS HANGING OUT IN THE YARD WITH MY DAD RIGHT? AND HE HAD A GARDEN HOSEAND I WAS CHATTIN IT UP WITH MY DAD AND HE TOLD ME TO MOVE SO I WOULDN’T GET HURTAND YOU KNOW WHAT I DID? I THOUGHT NAH. I WON’T BE IN THE WAY. I’M FINE RIGHT HEREBUT NOI WAS NOT FINE RIGHT THEREAND MY DAD THOUGHT I HAD MOVED SO I ACCIDENTALLY GOT HIT WITH A GARDEN HOSE.SO I’M CRYIN AND MY DAD FEELS TERRIBLE RIGHT?SO WE GO INSIDE AND MOM BANDAGES ME UP AND I’M SITTIN ON THE STAIRS STILL CRYIN.AND YOU KNOW WHAT MY PARENTS DID? THEY BROUGHT ME A HUGE CONTAINER OF CHEESE BALLS, JUST LIKE THIS ONE. I NO LONGER FELT ANY PAIN, JUST CHEESE. OR WHATEVER THE FRICK THESE THINGS ARE MADE OF.AND EVER SINCE I HAVE LOVED THESE PROCESSED BALLS OF SO-CALLED CHEESE.FOND FRICKIN MEMORIES, MAN. FOND FRICKIN MEMORIES.

“I felt no longer pain, just cheese” SOMEONE MAKE A CHEESE BALL FIC

oh no what have I started

cheese ball is love. cheese ball is life. ”____ pushed an cheese ball up up ass, pushing his finger deep in my butthole, I was painful, but at the second cheese ball, I felt no longer pain, just cheese balls”

I’m deleting my blog

myloveformcrwillneverdie:

t-gh-t-r:

myloveformcrwillneverdie:

t-gh-t-r:

myloveformcrwillneverdie:

LEMME TELL YOU A STORY ABOUT CHEESE BALLS, KAY?
YOU SEE THIS ONE TIME I WAS A CHILD AND I WAS HANGING OUT IN THE YARD WITH MY DAD RIGHT? AND HE HAD A GARDEN HOSE
AND I WAS CHATTIN IT UP WITH MY DAD AND HE TOLD ME TO MOVE SO I WOULDN’T GET HURT
AND YOU KNOW WHAT I DID? I THOUGHT NAH. I WON’T BE IN THE WAY. I’M FINE RIGHT HERE
BUT NO
I WAS NOT FINE RIGHT THERE
AND MY DAD THOUGHT I HAD MOVED SO I ACCIDENTALLY GOT HIT WITH A GARDEN HOSE.
SO I’M CRYIN AND MY DAD FEELS TERRIBLE RIGHT?
SO WE GO INSIDE AND MOM BANDAGES ME UP AND I’M SITTIN ON THE STAIRS STILL CRYIN.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT MY PARENTS DID? THEY BROUGHT ME A HUGE CONTAINER OF CHEESE BALLS, JUST LIKE THIS ONE. I NO LONGER FELT ANY PAIN, JUST CHEESE. OR WHATEVER THE FRICK THESE THINGS ARE MADE OF.
AND EVER SINCE I HAVE LOVED THESE PROCESSED BALLS OF SO-CALLED CHEESE.
FOND FRICKIN MEMORIES, MAN. FOND FRICKIN MEMORIES.

“I felt no longer pain, just cheese” SOMEONE MAKE A CHEESE BALL FIC

oh no what have I started

cheese ball is love. cheese ball is life.

”____ pushed an cheese ball up up ass, pushing his finger deep in my butthole, I was painful, but at the second cheese ball, I felt no longer pain, just cheese balls”

I’m deleting my blog