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“Touching yourself makes your hands unclean, so we’ll have to wash them,” my mother said as she pulled out a wire brush. NSFW

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“Is he gonna be okay?” asked the boy’s mother as we wheeled him into the operating room after the accident.

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I was horrified when I found a decaying human hand poking out of the dirt while digging in my garden.

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With all the posts during NNN talking about post-nut clarity, I had to put it to the test. NSFW

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When I moved to Los Angeles, it took me a while to get used to earthquakes.

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My wife had always bugged me about filling in the old well on our property before we had children.

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I was pretty confident throughout my trial that I would be OK.

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I prayed day and night for over two years for God to cure my husband’s stomach cancer.

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My father’s funeral was a mundane affair during which my siblings were on their best behavior.

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“Daddy, grammy called to tell me ‘happy birthday,’” my son said excitedly.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
“Touching yourself makes your hands unclean, so we’ll have to wash them,” my mother said as she pulled out a wire brush. NSFW	11
“Is he gonna be okay?” asked the boy’s mother as we wheeled him into the operating room after the accident.	11
I was horrified when I found a decaying human hand poking out of the dirt while digging in my garden.	8
With all the posts during NNN talking about post-nut clarity, I had to put it to the test. NSFW	7
When I moved to Los Angeles, it took me a while to get used to earthquakes.	6
My wife had always bugged me about filling in the old well on our property before we had children.	4
I was pretty confident throughout my trial that I would be OK.	4
I prayed day and night for over two years for God to cure my husband’s stomach cancer.	3
My father’s funeral was a mundane affair during which my siblings were on their best behavior.	3
“Daddy, grammy called to tell me ‘happy birthday,’” my son said excitedly.	1