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This is a story about a little kid named Little Timmy. Little Timmy wanted a bedtime story too. "Gyro, will you tell me a story?" he would ask. "Well, allright Timmy, one time there was a little boy.. who wanted a bedtime story... And he went on an amazing adventure with talking pillows and night lights. And then he got brutally raped!" "What kind of story is that?!" he would say. "Well, part of the story was actually a part of somthing that actually happened." "W..Which part was that?" "The part where I raped him. Now bite down on your pillow and turn off that night light."

Once upon a time there were 3 little pigs, and when they tried to build houses a wolf ate them. 3 weeks later the wolf died from a Flesh Eating disease he got from the pigs. The End

My mommy Told me the story about Suzie: One day Suzie was at school and Somebody called her a Fat a** because she was really fat. SO she Said "I'm not a Fat a** You meanie" then ran home Crying. The next day Suzie Came back with a Shotgun and blew everybodys head then one Student said "Please don't hurt me" Suzie said "Shut the ******** up" and Blew her head off and Took one last puff of her weed and killed herself

the end.

Once upon a time a little boy didn't know how to play football so SOme black guy came up to him and said "You've got to hold the football like you would hold your lover. Gently, yet firmly. You wanna be both nurturing and clinging at the same time. Oh, yes. Just like making sweet love to the football. Be naughty with the football. Mmmm, spank it. Ever so gently. Spank it" That little boy is now Michael Jackson personal boy slave.The End.

Once upon a time the end.

Good story, huh?

You changed your post pretty damn quickly...