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>On the inside, there was this guy. Called himself CM Punk. He was a real punk alright. Everyone on our block had a chance at him, and in here, you gotta fight or get fucked, and CM Punk got fucked.
>While he was sucking my dick once, I asked him what the CM meant. He mumbled something, but I told the little bitch to say it louder. "Hey do you ever get those really deep gurgley farts? The ones that you can feel right in your hip and pelvis. The really deep ones that make ripples and makes your skin feel hollow? I live for those farts. Not smelling them thats gross. Doing them. Doing them drives me. Everyday I manipulate my sitting positions and my adaptive breathing measures to encapsulate more fart in my intestines. I end the day snug as a bug in a rug tucked in by 73 year old mom from head to toe and I cock my leg up and I arch my lower back and I rumble the head boards. I love those gurgley bastards. I live for them."
