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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There once was an individual known as theKidster. the Kidster was an immature adult mister. The oldest of four younger sisters. Got my ass beat many times commin to the aid of my little sisters. Got my share of injuries, scars and blisters, cause it's hard being a little tiny guy tryin to protect four younger beautiful sisters. Got my lights punched out many times, to the point where I was blind. I may have suffered injuries, but I protected my baby sisters everytime. As they entered their teenage years, my sisters wanted me to butt out of their affairs. They were beginning to develop an interest in boys obviously, and this drove their big tiny little brother very crazy. My sisters wanted to explore their sexuality, but I was a young man, I knew the teenage male's mentality. Oh yeah, stupid selfish teenage male mentality. I did get the best of one dude who grabbed my sisters Ass Freely, Right In Front Of Me. He had height and weight over me, but I saw none of that. All I thought was,"You grabbed my sister's tushy, right in front of me". First I bit slapped the creep violently. Then I grabbed him by his jewels unmercifully. My clenched fist just kept squeezing immensely. This big little Prick was at the mercy of me. I then proceeded to punch his face repeatedly. Lucky for him (and also me), someone interceded and stopped me. He always swore that he'd get back at me. I met him once again. He just stood a motionless statue. Just like a big coward wussy.
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