>>8400778 >I was only nine years old
>I loved Kevin Nash so much, I had all his merchandise and movies>I'd pray to Kevin Nash every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given>"Kevin Nash is love", I would say, "Kevin Nash is life">My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Kevin Nash>I called him a cunt >He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep>I'm crying now and my face hurts>I lay in bed and it's really cold>A warmth is moving towards me>I feel something touch me>It's Kevin Nash>I'm so happy>He whispers in my ear, "I'm in a frisky mood">He grabs me with his powerful hands, and puts me on my hands and knees>I spread my ass-cheeks for Kevin Nash>He penetrates my butthole>It hurts so much, but I do it for Kevin Nash>I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water>I push against his force. I want to please Kevin Nash>He roars a mighty roar, as he tears his quad>My dad walks in>Kevin Nash looks him straight in the eye, and says, "Don't turn your back on the wolfpac">Kevin Nash leaves through my window>Kevin Nash is love>Kevin Nash is life. 
