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stork daddy
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are you ever getting it on with someone lovely and you're like...this was exactly my fantasy.......only there's no fecal matter...or blood...or babies.
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One day, St. Peter was standing at the gates of heaven. It had been a relatively quiet day so far, as it was World Peace Day that day. Through the mist, he saw someone walking towards him. He asked the man "So, what's your story?" "Well," said the first man, "I came home late from work one day to my 11th story apartment, and I saw my wife lying in bed naked, and I though that she might have been cheating on me. I then saw a pair of hands hanging from my balcony. So I took a hammer, and beat the living crap out of his hands. For good measure, I then threw my fridge down on him. I realized a few minutes later that I had commited a murder, and I would be condemmed to a life of shame. So I threw myself off the balcony too, and here I am." Wide-eyed, St. Peter said "Well, that is certainly a convincing story. I'll let you in." A few seconds later, a second guy walks through the mist to the gate. St. Peter asks him "So, what's your story?" "Well," says the second guy, "I was working out on the balcony of my 12th story apartment when I lost control, fell off the apparatus, and plunged to my death. Luckily, my quick wit prevailed, and I managed to grab onto the ledge below me as I was falling. The next thing I knew, this asshole was pounding on my hands with a hammer, and I fell to my death. Luckily, a shrubbery broke my fall, and I barely survived. The next thing I saw was this fridge plummeting towards me. I instantly died, and here I am." St. Peter was amazed at the complexity of these stories, and their connection to each other, but he let the second guy in anyways. A few seconds later, a third guy came into view and approached the gates of heaven. St. Peter then proceeded to ask him what his story was. "Well," said the second guy, "I was sitting in this guy's fridge..."
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