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A group of soldiers came to the Amazon River and were about to cross the river. A soldier went into the water and suddenly heard screaming. When he came ashore, he saw that the penis was gone. There were piranhas, and they were mutant piranhas that specialized in eating men's penis. But the concentration camp was on the other side of the river. Later, a smart soldier figured out a way to let everyone cross the river smoothly without letting the piranhas eat everyone's penis. How did they cross the river?
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Ah~ Why did the ninety-year-old woman die naked on the street? Why did hundreds of female donkeys scream in the middle of the night? Why were condoms in the convenience store tampered with by unknown hands? Why are panties in the girls' dormitory frequently stolen? The serial mother pig abuse case—who is behind it? The old nun's door is knocked on every night—are they people or ghosts? What is hidden behind the sudden deaths of hundreds of puppies? Behind all this, is it the distortion of human nature or the collapse of morality? Is it an outbreak of sexual urges or the helplessness of hunger? Please watch tonight on CCTV 8's annual presentation 'The Landlord's Road of No Return' as we follow the camera to enter the perverted landlord's inner world…
At home, I pooped on a newspaper, then wrapped it up, wrapping n+1 layers of newspaper, forming a huge bundle, and placed it at the doorstep of the original poster's house. Then I lit the newspaper with a lighter and knocked on the original poster's door. The original poster asked who it was, but no one answered, so out of curiosity, they opened the door to take a look. The moment the door opened, I [expletive]! That's right, you guessed it. Facing a poop-wrapped newspaper burning at your doorstep, what would be your first reaction? Stamp it out! Put out the fire!! That's right!! Exactly like that!!!
Looking at the little pig in her arms, sound asleep, the all-night battle with me had drained her energy. In the end, the little pig was convulsing and spitting white foam from the mouth, but its limbs still clung tightly to me, still coquettishly saying, "Deeper, I want more!" "Sigh!" I sighed deeply, all because the little pig couldn't find a husband or satisfy his sexual desire. I gently lifted the sheets and got dressed. The little pig's face was still covered with a happy, satisfied smile. She hadn't had any pleasure since living with his boyfriend, and this time she finally satisfied her. Having done another good thing, I let out a soft sigh and elegantly stuffed my 17-inch-long back into my elegant ck panties, turning to leave. "Brave, may I ask your surname?" A delicate voice came from behind. Sigh, it still woke her up. I saw Little Pig half-sideways, a snow-white arm weakly supporting the delicate woman, eyes glistening with tears, looking at me pleadingly as he asked, "When will we meet again?" I sighed deeply, gazing at the sky at a 45-degree degree of compassion, my heart heavy with sorrow, and said: When you need me!
Sigh, I can't understand the answer. I'm so innocent, what are you talking about? I don't understand.
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