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I was hanging out with Thom Yorke the other day.
While I was Up on the ladder to fix his Morning Bell (that's why he called me over), Thom had his Knives Out preparing Bangers and Mash while a Motion Picture Soundtrack was running in the background. Although I couldn't complain, there were some Weird Fishes in there - "No Surprises" I thought, waiting for The Gloaming and my return home. Thom looked at my finished meal. "You Never Wash Up After Yourself" he exclaimed in disappointment. "A Reminder", I told him, for when You mercilessly beat me up while yelling "Anyone Can Play Guitar!" after my band performance. Thom jumped up in a Feral rage, throwing the last Vegetable off my plate. "Prove Yourself!" he shouted vehemently - the Blow Out was near, I could her his Bones crepitate in anger. "I Can't" I whimpered.
"Stop Whispering!" his hand smacked me across the eyes. Crying, but screaming Inside My Head, I crawled down into his basement. There was a Ripcord and an Airbag there - I had gotten Lucky. Thom appeared behind me, like the Creep he was, when I struck him with the Ripcord. "That's it!" he yelled, "Nothing Touches Me Now!". I threw my Dollars and Cents at his face, which temporarily blinded him - the entire ruckus looked like a Punchup at a Wedding.
"Go to Sleep, bitch" I said. Nothing at that moment suggested I Might Be Wrong - too Optimistic for my own good, I got distracted like the Scatterbrain I am. Thom strangled me, and I could feel his pulsating cock against my Bones. Like Sardines Packt In a Crushd Tin Box, his semen was ejaculated into my rectum to Bloom.
That's how I got raped in the ass by Thom Yorke - Now I'm living a Life in a Glass House, with severe depression and anxiety attacks.
