One of my friends always had the best of luck with everything. One day I asked him how he gets so lucky all the time. He tells me that he has a magic mirror on his door that always grants him his wishes. I asked him if I could barrow it for the night and he said sure. So I bring it home and hang it on my door and thought that I'd give it a shot. I said,"magic morror on the door, make my johnson touch the floor." There was this big puff and the next thing I knew, my legs were missing. WTF I was pissed but my johnson touched the floor.
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