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having seen. Ben’s seen a lotta clit, kids. Halfway there, so far so good. I continued slithering around, making quick, decisive movements through the infinite fuzzy ball pit of torment, until suddenly I heard the snap of a twig under my foot and 200 pairs of big ass Boohbah eyes turned directly at me. A simultaneous “BoohBAAAAAHHHHH” shook the earth and 200 of those fuckers came charging at me. I acted quickly, swinging my miraculously still hard dick a full 360 degrees at a rapid pace, or what some people might call “helicockter”. Boohbahs went flying left and right, exploding on impact. Then I felt a giant fuzzy round object press against my back, as two fluffy hands went up under my armpits and onto the back of my head. It felt like I was being put into a headlock by God’s recently shaven testicle. Head down, arms wailing, I was defenseless. The Boohbah Army came marching toward me, and began to remove the turtleneck that was covering their mouths, revealing nasty pairs of gnashing teeth. Their heads turned downward and I came to the realization that they were suddenly looking at my head…of my donger. “Wait, what are you doing. No. No DON’T LOOK DOWN THERE,” I screamed as the Boohbah’s moved toward my dick slowly and sinisterly. Then, in a flash, they began to tear my dick clean off, gobbling down the rest of my limbs, there is no god, everyone dies alone. There’s always a healthy option for lunch kids! That’s all for Ben this week! I would rate the cancelled PBS television show Boobahs 4 radishes [note, ad a graphic of 4 out of five radishes]! Stay safe, lovelies!
Why does he need a reason? It’s his second amendment right goddammit!
as I scrambled my way back up on my feet and started sprinting down the stairs. Each turn was met with a gaggle of Boohbahs, charging head on at my majestic frame as I continued to defend myself with my D-Blade, dick slapping Boohbahs left and right. “How many of these bloated demon fetuses are there” It’s okay to talk to yourselves sometimes, “and where are they all coming from?” I was surprised, boys and girls, that I was able to make it to the courtyard in one piece, but the usually empty and peaceful college courtyard too, was filled with Boohbahs, skipping around and falling over each other like a bunch of drunk toddlers. Some were hugging, others jumping rope, I swear I saw one huffing glue under a tree. You could feel the love and care in the air. It made me want to vomit. I knew I couldn’t take them all at once, so I would have to use my super silent ninja skills that I sometimes use when I sneak into the laundry room at night and smell people’s underwear (boy or girl, I don’t discriminate). I began to weave in and out of the Boohbah army, attempting to keep below their gaze. The aroma of cookies and pine needles filled my lungs as I trekked along, clouding my vision as visions of sugarplums danced in my head like I was an extreme virgin. Weird, considering all of the clitorises I just mentioned