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Connor Hugues is literally a Nazi. Very based

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I woke up at exactly 6:00. I need no alarm clock. Simon Pomposi and Connor Hugues woke me by sucking my cock, which by the way is 17 and a half inches. I didn't need to shower, because my body self cleanses and my pores emit the manliest cologne possible. I got in my 2034 Lamborghini Murcielago and another one of my bitches, a chink named Michael Chen was waiting in the passenger seat. He was in the car all night, because he couldn't sleep without me having penetrated him. He spent the night on biz playing his DAG schizo part. He hoped on me and started riding my dick while I squeezed his dicklet and drove with my knees. In three seconds, I arrived at the gym, which was fifty miles away. I threw that basedboy off me, and he quickly returned to the passenger seat, where he would sit until I got back. When I got out the car, I flexed. My bulging, huge, muscles ripped my shirt off, and six women lined up. We had an orgy, which didn't last too long. Andre Cronje was there to clean up the semen.

Each women climaxed when my cock came within five inches of her pussy, and went into an eternal state of euphoria after I put it in. I came, three hundred gallons of semen shot out. It landed in Ghana, and ended the drought. I hovered into the gym, because the ground was too scared of my calf muscles to touch my feet. After benching seven thousand tons, I squatted four million kilograms. I started doing my four hundred laps around Melbourne, but I got a phone call. It was a conference call with nineteen supermodels. They orgasmed after hearing my voice.

My bitch in the car was getting lonely, so I went back and did a triple backflip into my Maserati.She sucked me off as I took the three second drive back home. I left her in the car and went inside, to type this to you lowlifes. Be honored.

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