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When I was little and my dear old Granny died, my Mum tried to cheer me up by telling me she was in Heaven now and would watch over me all the time. Couldn't masturbate for at least a month after that, thinking of Granny peering down through the ceiling at me as I exercised my little lurve muscle. Stopped me picking my nose for a while too.
Only thing that cheered me up about it was the thought that, in time, I'd be dead too and could perve all day from the celestial plain. |
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