I guess it's a bit of a necrothread but here's a thing that happened. I'm traveling up 101, by bike to escape California, in Washington by the Seattle area. It's getting dark so I scout a location to gorrila camp. I wake up, dead of night to some rustling, and I'm not talking jimmies, leaves and sticks. I pop my head out of the sleeping bag, and in the moonlight is the silhouette of something. I'm tired and say fuck it, just a dear. Well thinking back on it, it was awfully tall and looked bipedal. So i dunno.
I guess it's a bit of a necrothread but here's a thing that happened. I'm traveling up 101, by bike to escape California, in Washington by the Seattle area. It's getting dark so I scout a location to gorrila camp. I wake up, dead of night to some rustling, and I'm not talking jimmies, leaves and sticks. I pop my head out of the sleeping bag, and in the moonlight is the silhouette of something. I'm tired and say fuck it, just a dear. Well thinking back on it, it was awfully tall and looked bipedal. So i dunno.
Did it fuck you?
Did it fuck you?
Well, I don't think so. But my ass was really sore. That could have been from the bike seat though. I was using my rectum to store it when I slept. Nothing better then a big BM and a warm bike seat.
Well, I don't think so. But my ass was really sore. That could have been from the bike seat though. I was using my rectum to store it when I slept. Nothing better then a big BM and a warm bike seat.
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