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"The post-it's" wommy thought. She looked at her 1,978 post-its in her drawer and thought of hey boyfriend, wommy-mike. there was sauce on the post it's, and mike loved sauce-its. Just then wommy-mike came through the door, and then proceeded to eat the door. wommy had not seen such charm in an inkling before. Then, she prompted mike to come to her. Then mike doubled over in pain. it was his food! the door! It went through his throat, nestled itself into his eucalyptus, and went in and out of his stomach. after he digested, wommy asked mike to stay for the night. Mike agreed. later, wommy fell asleep. Mike climbed on her. he retracted, and got ready to anchor himself on wommy. wommy woke up. by then, mike was already halfway in. then they agreed to. mike began to pull wommy's bra down. it was the color of blueberry. he violently gyrated his hips back and forth. BAM! 36 jellies. wommy then got an orgasm. then wommy's boobs spat out ink like a water fountain. mike's penis was going up and down like a soccer ball. wait... wommy was a trap. wommy turned into a traffic cone, then proceeded to stab mike.