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Beat Thy Meat
Tis late at night with nobody around,
You cannot sleep, even though there is no sound,
You hear a knock at the door and run to answer,
You open the door and see a clown who is a Fortnite dancer.
You take a step back staring into the clowns eyes,
He looks back at me and says "beat thy meat" and proceeds to eat pies.
I go to my room with a change of heart,
I whip out my cock and began to do my part,
I beat thy meat and get a strange feeling,
I look up and see the cliwn on the ceiling,
I begin to run, but its no use,
The clown is quickly approaching and he wants my juice.
I run outside and fall down some stairs,
the clown is on me eating some pears.
I thought this it and began to cry,
The clown whipped out his dick and poked me in the eye,
I look up and the clown is gone,
I get back up and hit the quan.
You cannot sleep, even though there is no sound,
You hear a knock at the door and run to answer,
You open the door and see a clown who is a Fortnite dancer.
You take a step back staring into the clowns eyes,
He looks back at me and says "beat thy meat" and proceeds to eat pies.
I go to my room with a change of heart,
I whip out my cock and began to do my part,
I beat thy meat and get a strange feeling,
I look up and see the cliwn on the ceiling,
I begin to run, but its no use,
The clown is quickly approaching and he wants my juice.
I run outside and fall down some stairs,
the clown is on me eating some pears.
I thought this it and began to cry,
The clown whipped out his dick and poked me in the eye,
I look up and the clown is gone,
I get back up and hit the quan.
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