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Mistaken Jealousy

Mistaken Jealousy

In just a couple of minutes, I'm going to die.
You are probably curious so I'll tell you why.
A man has slapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists.
He thinks I'm sleeping with his wife and he's pissed.
But he has also crammed a stick of dynamite up my butt.
He lit the fuse because his wife has turned out to be a slut.
But I'm not his wife's lover, he's punishing the wrong guy.
I'm about to be blown to kingdom come, I don't want to die.
But the dynamite didn't explode, it turned out to be a dud.
But he isn't done with me yet, he intends to spill my blood.
He just pulled out a knife and said that this is the end.
But his slutty wife just drove past with her boyfriend.
He has removed the cuffs and apologized because he was going to kill.
I just crammed a lit stick of dynamite up his ass to show him how it feels.

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