Guitar

I opened the box containing my new acoustic guitar. My Martin Rosewood Custom D. The D fucking 15! I could smell the fragrant rosewood filling me with joy as I opened the shiny black case. Fucking joy I tell you! I picked and strummed a few chords and noticed a slightly metallic sound. No problem, it was only the martin-grade strings that I could easily change. I then caressed the beautiful satin-finished body of my guitar and looked down upon my glorious tool of buttsecks.
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A FUCKING CRACK? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT FUCK FUCK MCFUCKINSTEINICUS FUCK WHAT THE HELL NO MORE HUMANITY LEFTOVER AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BUTTFUCK SEX NOOOO