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    Big Bad Even Boob put more Bactine on the new line of cat scratches on his withered johnson; "That cat sure played hard to get" he mused.

    Sated and momentarily at peace, he contemplated the train wreck his life had become.

    Big Boob recalled the time things began to unwind: fifth grade, when in a fit of apoplexy over being corrected on a misstatement of fact he kicked his teacher in the cunt, causing a miscarriage.

    The feeling of power he felt when hurting women...that was his tonic, his "high."

    Yet he never was able to recreate the feeling of dominance, the rush, ever again no matter how often he tried: eventually he found himself living alone in the middle of nowhere (western Michigan), cooking scraps of food which he liberated from restaurant dumpsters, alone and lonely,

    And always the impossible dream...having a wife to serve and worship him while he beat her.

    But cats...oh yes, cats: his true love.

    Big Boob devised many ways to snare and trap the local cats and they all soon met the same fate: tossed into a common grave after a period of torture and mistreatment ending in a quick death and a skinning.

    The Boob got up from his old Singer sewing machine and smiling said "At last!"

    He held up and then put on his life's work, finally complete: a body suit made entirely of cat fur.

    "MEOW" he purred while reaching for the cat chow.
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