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(Wednesday, September 29, 2010) When I am forced to discipline one of my victims for some kind of misbehaviour, I make her sit on the couch and watch while I warm up my sadism on some dry waffles. She sits there in horror as I pull them apart with my bare hands, their skin crackling, their flesh falling as crumbs to my feet. And they think, if he can do that to a piece of toast, just imagine what he will do to me! |
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Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Stuck in the Griddle with You
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