Since Jo at that porn movie, he seemed to have lost all touch with reality. He believed that life is also a porn film, interspersed with long lengths. He was living with Clara in the basement of a dilapidated house. One day I wanted to visit him, which means I do it. But outside the kitchen window roar I heard Jo.
He yelled, "Sauf my piss! Drink my piss! Drink my piss, you buckle, "
Hing such as the house blessing wrong? I peeped through the crack in the curtain and saw her sitting at the kitchen table Klara. She turned bored in a newspaper. Jo stood before her. He wore a undershirt. Otherwise, he was naked. His cock dangled in front of Clare's face.
"Oh, come on Jo. Go easy into the crapper and you upgrade to a shudder. "
" Drink my PISS! Shouted Jo, so loud. I jumped. Clare looked up from her magazine.
Jo. You're not a rock star. You are a small number. Go to the shithouse and squeeze your sausages. But let me out. "
Jo slammed her one that she fell off the chair, but she succeeded in falling to give him one in the nuts.
had the ineffable experience of pain Jo slump and cry.
Jo I decided to visit another time and boarded the next Bartussi The bar was barely 25, had a drogenzerfurchtes face and pulled the trigger. Between the toes, so that the grooves did not see how I did. But it served me promptly and I was way regardless.
behind my beer I thought about Jo, and how Jo only through the participation in a porn film in which he had been only one among many, and which you could only see his hairy legs rattling his hand and his, Squirting pissing bell, it was losing grip. Klara (which knew nothing of the matter) was regrettable. To date, she had Jo well under control, but now he turned slowly by. And how harmless it all started. Jo and I had watched a porn called Pissfotzen. He could also mean monsterfotzen, for the girls was sucked with a vacuum device, the blood in clitoris and labia, so they were big as apple halves. The girls were with their bright red apple halves on a rubber base, and hairy men's legs were around them. The types masturbated, and then injected, one after another into the girls face. Thereafter, they were pissed, mostly in the face and mouth. Sometimes they were allowed to sip the cold then piss on the rubber mat. Most of the girls brought a grin behind. Others strangled.
Before the statue was one of the legs disappeared on the rubber surface lying entirely nassgepissten leading ladies, whose face under a veil of semen was formally, then suddenly appears that text that Jo should never have read.
YOU ALSO COME AND JOIN U.S.!
YOUR FACE IS NOT SHOWN
OUR GIRLS eagerly await
ON YOUR TAIL, AND YOUR PISS
YOUR SPERM.
GO! PISS AND SPRAY OUR MÄDLER
THEIR FACES, pussy and ass CRATER
REALLY FULL! ALSO OF COURSE Do you get
YOUR FAT TAIL TRIM FULLY SUCKS!
FREE. CALL TO UNDER ...
That was a month ago, and Jo had struck. It was after Munich went where this company was based. Excited and was changed to a difficult to explain way he returned.
All this I went to the bar through the head until one distracted me for about 16 year old girl. She was exceptionally nice and told Linda as it turned out. I flirted with her, but soon found that I would have with her against Jesus never had a chance. That Jesus was said to be a friend of the wine-skin, she did not want to admit, and not that much said that he had gone voluntarily into the hands of his enemies, sacrificed himself because he did not want any trouble. A la: "Take me, but my fans let alone."
"If he had been betrayed, he had not sacrificed so, no?" I said, when my phone rang.
"Hey, Karl. Where are you? "
Oh, Jo. Yes. I have been with you. But you had just armed, and I thought, I come another time, "
Oh. Yes, yes. The ... Will you come for? "
" No. I have now quite a beauty before me, which I reluctantly let alone. "
" clear all. But you're missing something. "
a moment I had the suspicion Jo wanted to invite me to a Pissesession with Clare, but quite so thick it did not.
"What I miss, Jo?"
"I prefer this to me just purely sex."
"with Clara?"
"No, the moment and is being bitchy about their mother down. "
" I understand. "
" What do you mean? "
" It was just so said that. So, what I miss? A Pissporno? "
" No. One can join. But that is harder, oh man Man "
" hardener? Jo, you know, I did the last time have not. Going to Munich for foreign women to pee in the face is not necessarily mine. "
" You said, you could imagine doing that. "
Yes. But I do not therefore trip to Munich. "
" This porn is wrong. This time it's about shitting, Klara. The guys killed shit shit everywhere. Take it anywhere. "
" Even in the face? "
Yes. With him. On the boobs, the belly face. In the pussy. "
" Oh, how charming. "
" Will you join us? "
" No, Jo. The whole thing is too cold, too ... sterile. "
" Haha. That was good. Too sterile. Do you really not? I cry now as namely. "
" No, Jo. Thanks for the offer. "
" You know, I would go up. Munich is not far. You'd need to do nothing more than ... "
" Some hours before, what decent food, I know. "
"So if you want. Too bad. I cry because now at least. See you later. "
Yes. Chau. "
The exquisitely beautiful, sixteen year old Christian, was at its most holy place still smelled certainly no type grinned at me angelic. She had no idea what it was gone at the interview.
"That was Jo. A religious fanatic. Wanted me to come to Lourdes, "I said.
you thought highly of Lourdes.Wir talked a little about Marian apparitions, the Ascension, the Resurrection and other Hirnverdreher, deep in the her sweet little head nested, then I took my leave. Jesus is simply too overwhelming competition.
A few weeks later I looked, as previously agreed, by Jo at him to pick up a beer.
This time I was at least up to the apartment door.
My hand, however, remained above the bell, when I heard Clara's voice.
"YES YOU EAT! EAT MY SHIT! EAT MY SHIT OFF THE NAPF! YES. THIS MAY BE THE mommy! SO NOW GIVE paw! Good dog. Good dog. "
I made on his heel and walked into that bar a beer. Shaking his head, I took the first sip. Clare and Jo seemed now to have come both to the taste.
The next moment came my pretty young Christian in at the bar. In some circles of teenagers, as I saw it. She wanted to sit with them on a table, recognized me and headed for me.
"Hi, Linda. Are those your classmates? "
" No. We are in the Catholic youth. How are you, Karl? "
" Good. Sit on it on a glass. "
" one. Then I have to my friends. Wait, I just tell them short notice. "
you did, and then they sat chatting next to me.
I was kind of proud of them lost. I mean on her pretty appearance. It got up. It made me glad. I could stand a little book out of his back pocket of her tight jeans. When asked about this they took out there.
They were selected Goethe poems. A "like me" very well, "she said and read it.
"I also know one," I replied and said in the poem describes the poet laureate of the marriage, and openly admits:
AND YOUR CROSSES JAMMER CHRISTENING
ENERGIZES of the ISTH. "
" What do Isthe? "Asked Linda.
" bell. Goethe says, in view of his beautiful bride the groom got a hard on, or semi-rigid. In the church. At the altar. Directly below the crucifix. . Wait, I pee a minute, "
on toilet, I had to have been feeling a little too far, and laid ready for me the following words of explanation for Linda:
" All who are concerned with Jesus, it can actually not praise or condemn. Because no one wrote about him, or writes, had ever seen or heard. This is all second-and third-hand. He did not write anything. We know nothing authentic about him. Each of the fault with him or praise, praise or fault with him even then, but not authentic zusammenspintisierte each construct in the minds of the individual fans or Jesus criticaster starting with the evangelists, who have seen it and never heard. For a guy, of which there are not authentic, you can say anything. Or just everything! The importance of setting his delusional fans as it covers a crust. No one, however, tasted, or ever saw the whole range of the puff. "
But it was different. Before the Toilet door stepping, to get a drink thrown in his face and cut down the cowardly assassin one: that was one.
The cowardly assassin was Linda! She ducked and scurried away to their faith made friends.
That was a stupid thing. But she could not be undone. I stood at the bar, drank my beer, expecting at any moment, her friends would take me. Unlike Jesus, I would have resisted. But nothing happened. I ordered a beer.
The Drogenzerfurchte said pop "types, the girl was getting to me no more beer"
. "Would you say it, I popped it out of the blue one?"
"types, the girls pop one, get a beer," she repeated the same machines.
"It was a reflex. In the glass which otherwise might have been. I saw too late that it was Linda. "
" types, the girls pop one, get a beer here. "
I was glad to get into the cool Nachluft.
stood in terms of logic, this salad Barlady any young Christian.
"types, the girls get a pop here ! No beer, yes, "I cried," And Jesus ascended into heaven, visibly, and with vulture wings behind it. Lick me but all her ass brained bimbos. "
rang the phone. Jo was in it.
"Ah, Jo."
"You wanted me to pick up but, yes, Karl."
. " Actually, yes. But you are not being attended to, today? "
" What do you mean? "
" Well just now sounded as if you had Karlas Aa fed. "
a while there was the silence of the universe in the line.
Then Jo said: "Just smell it. And touched with the tip of the tongue. But they can pee now! Cool, eh? She has finally ausgezickt. Our sex life has been given new impetus. Is not that beautiful? But we should not discuss a beer? "
" Yes, Jo, the we can do. "
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