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Just the beginning
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Two hours after returning to work Donny’s coworkers watched him penguin walk, buttocks clenched, to the men’s room. Donny may not have p..
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They’d known each other for about five years, been together for the last two. He loved her, and wanted to ask her to marry him but could never ..
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The Fill’n Chill is basically a suburban truck stop. Instead of selling truck flaps with naked chrome ladies on them they sell lattes and gal..
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“Mr. O’connal!” A muffled but penetrating voice, along with a reverberating crack jarred Donny from his sleep. He sat up groggily..
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Orange juice and a cinnamon Danish, there was no more perfect a breakfast in all the world in Charlene’s opinion. She reserved it for Saturda..
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Charlene’s car slid into the Fill’n Chill lot. She was glowering behind the wheel, doing all she could to make sure Donny knew she was n..
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This is Frat Lit and is mature in nature. It contains scads of rough language and it's content, while hopefully terribly funny, is also crude. Please ..
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the beginning
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“Thank you for sending for me, Jareb”. A woman’s voice filtered into Skonches ears, his wife’s, or rather ex-wife’s, vo..
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