Talk:Sesame Street "Crack Master" Short from Episode 818 (1975)/@comment-79.16.114.89-20140718105211/@comment-1758900-20140902215904

>I was only 9 years old >I loved Thomas the Tank Engine so much, I had all the merchandise and movies >I pray to Thomas every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given >"Thomas is love" I say; "Thomas is life" >My dad hears me and calls me a faggot >I know he was just jealous of my devotion for Thomas >I called him a cunt >He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep >I'm crying now, and my face hurts >I lay in bed and it's really cold >Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me >It's Thomas >I am so happy He whispers into my ear "l ittle engines can do big things ." <span style="color:rgb(128,0,0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">>He grabs me with his powerful train- uh...... I'll get back to you on that one, and puts me down onto my hands and knees <span style="color:rgb(128,0,0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">>I'm ready <span style="color:rgb(128,0,0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">>I spread my ass-cheeks for Thomas <span style="color:rgb(128,0,0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">>His whistle thingy penetrates my butt-hole <span style="color:rgb(128,0,0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">>It hurts so much but I do it for Thomas <span style="color:rgb(128,0,0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">>I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water <span style="color:rgb(128,0,0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">>I push against his force <span style="color:rgb(128,0,0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">>I want to please Thomas <span style="color:rgb(128,0,0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">>He toots that toot trains toot- you know the one- as he fills my butt with his love <span style="color:rgb(128,0,0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">>My dad walks in <span style="color:rgb(128,0,0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">>Thomas looks him straight in the eyes and says "I have trained you well" <span style="color:rgb(128,0,0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">>Thomas leaves through the wall where my window once was. I mean, he is a train after all. <span style="color:rgb(128,0,0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:normal;">>Thomas is love. Thomas is life.