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Always the gentleman, I've brought my date flowers. But I'm late for our rendezvous as I've been digging for hours. "CURSES!" I scream, for i have soiled my clown suit. I can feel it in my loins now. Soon I shall sample the forbidden fruit. My biceps strain as I pry off this lid To reveal my love inside, her name was Enid. Or so I am told by the headstone inscription I pray her flesh holds up to the impending friction. Unleashing my manhood I am horrified to find My dear has no vagina and no more behind It's all rotted off, but there's no need to fear I'll just stab a hole elsewhere, and jam it in there From Letras Mania