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i always follow back

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the story of my family (warning it is very emotional and very endearing you may just shed a tear)
it all began on a warm summers day when I met my first wife, Yasmeen. After recently experiencing a divorce, I was heart broken. Could I ever love again? Or... would I ever be loved? I was simply waltzing around and suddenly, a dust ball of dandruff rolled in my direction, stopping at my feet. Behind it was a trail of thick, crusty dandruff leading to the most stunning woman I had ever seen. Her hair was indescribable. It was dirty blond, not as in dirty blond but ass in literally dirty. The dandruff piled up in the gallons. THe wind blew her luscious locks gloriously, each shake of her head releasing thousands upon thousands of dandruff balls. And then.... I saw it. Her ghostly, pale skin that had never once seen sunlight, and her frighteningly blue eye balls. A slight musty waft flowed in my direction, and smell I knew belonged to her.

We hit it off, chatting and laughing all the time. She wasn't here often, but when she was, the whole room lit aflame, as someone had a lighter and accidentally blew up the building due to my gassiest diarrhea dookie. Before long, it was official. We were in a relationship. As it turned out, she was also already married to another woman, although I had not encountered her yet. She had forgotten to divorce her, but I knew that all three of us together as one would be the best for our child that was already on the way.

Soon, I met the other woman, Klar Zar Ron. She, even more so than Yasmeen, was more graceful and smellious than any other person I had ever encountered. Our eyes met, and I knew immediatly that this was meant to be. In our first greeting, a young child hid behind her. A son. Our son. As it turns out, we'd already had a child together that I'd also been raising, but I didn't know that she was the father. The name was brother scone. Older brother scone. I had actually forgotten that I was raising brother scone with Klar without realizing she was already married to Yasmeen. Another child, however, sat in the corner, one that didn't share my blood. One that was injured. He'd just been run-over by a truck driven by Yasmeen. Shivering in the corner, I knew it was true. Coco, the soon to be middle child, was rejected by both his biological parents. I knew I wouldn't stand for this for long, but there was my own baby on the way.

On a glorious day, Yasmeen had something to tell me. With Klar, Scone, and Coco on the side, Yasmeen got down on one knee, and gave me the most beautiful paper ring I'd ever seen. I said yes, joyful tears streaming down my cheeks, and not the ones on my face, and the wedding was set.

The day came. The wedding was set, the invitations sent. It was bound to be a truly splenderous day, however, right as the church bells began to ring, my fiance and I were arrested. The anti gay org told us that our toes would no longer remain untouched if we continued on with the wedding, as they feared of what potential our marriage could bring to the lands. We hid underground and constipation soon arrived as we could not let them sense our scent.

After we said our vows, we dookied in a cup and spoon fed it to each other, a truly romantic moment in deed. After eating toenail fungus filled delectables, my now wife and I both knew what was to come. Suddenly, a beautiful baby boy was born. I gave birth to one half, she gave birth to the other, and a small duck appeared. We named him Sugar Ducky.

Soon afterwards, I knew it was only right to marry Klar. The children needed all three of their parents together in holy matrimony, and I knew that Yasmeen would want both her husband and wife to also marry so that we would all be one big threesome. And then, the second wedding was set. October 6th would be the day.

As time went on, my sons and had created a splendid relationship. Scone had a future in professional diarrhea sculpting, sugar ducky was growing up strongly, but Coco.... He got run over many a time but Yasmeen's cybertruck and was called the unloved son. Klar would regularly verbally screech and tickle his ears with words of discouragement. I could not stand for such abuse, so I took it into my own hands to protect him from such things. I decided to adopt him legally, and he was no longer the unloved son. While Yasmeen refused to sign the adoption papers, she was an absent mother anyway, so she had no say in the end. Little did I know that this was one of many problems to come.

As the wedding drew closer, Yasmeen appeared less and less. Each time we saw her was like seeing a white tear trickle down a homeless man's left ankle. It was a rare sight. She became less present in our boys' lives, and she always took sugar ducky with her. My two boys rarely saw their youngest brother, and the family drew farther and farther apart.

The second wedding day arrived. A glorious day indeed. It was official, all three of us were married together in a threesome. OUr family was complete. Or was it...?

Soon after, everything fell apart. Yasmeen stopped appearing all together, and with that, sugar ducky was a distant son. Klar and I hardly heard from him, and our two sons barely even knew their brother. ANd then, we found out the news. Yasmeen had cheated on Klar and I.... and none the less.... with a MAN.

Jaxson Weatherall was his name. He stole our wife. And she abandoned her family. The divorce papers were already signed, and even though she refused to sign, she will no longer be my wife. She took sugar ducky and we never saw them again. It was just Klar and I, with Scone and Coco.

Scone was the first to go. Not long after the divorce, she unfortunately died. She stopped appearing, so we could only assume that she had passed. Now, I hear her ghost lingering, whispering in my ears. Sugar ducky probably wasn't alive either. It had been so long since we had seen him, and he was so fragile. Two sons gone, one son left. Klar and I's last child. The only one who could inherit the will. But then.... he left the nest. WIthout warning, he was gone, leaving to a far away land. Klar and I are yet to see him again, he will not return.

Now, in present day. Klar and I.... we are alone. All our children... gone. All we have left is our three parents to give us comfort. It is hard for us, as all three of our parents are also siblings that are all married as a threesome, so it is a shame to know our sister Yasmeen has left us, breaking this long family tradition of three children being born that all marry each other. With all of us three being siblings, how are we to deal with the loss of Yasmeen? Will our blood line end with us? Or is there hope for the future?

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