So I haven’t had a Pherlure update in a while and was thinking about bringing it back. Coincidently, I open my inbox and this is the email and pics I get.

I like the fact that this guy got a girl back to his place from a grocery store, that’s the shit the house wives dream about while watching soap operas. I like the fact that he sent in some hot pics of the girl all dirty with batter enough to throw my logo up on them, so whether the Pherlure worked for him or not, he still got laid, and he got a bitch smeered in batter and that’s more than I can say for you, pussy.

Jesus,

I know a lot of people who read your site don’t believe Pherlure works. That’s why I took the challenge. I figure if some people say it’s good and other’s say it’s bad so I will just put up the money and try the shit for myself. This is my story, it’s gonna sound crazy, so fuck you, cuz it happened.

I sprayed myself with the shit for the 4 days and got nothing until the day I decided to leave the house. I was at the Price Chopper around the corner buying underwear and Goldbond when this fucking bitch runs into my ankles with her cart. As I turned around with a frozen pack of meat in my hand, ready to get die hard (with a Vengeance) on whoever’s ass banged me up. Then I realized that she was a girl who lived in the apartment block next to mine. Seeing as I could hardly walk, she offered to help me home with my groceries (and my medicated powder and underwear).

She was all shocked that we lived so close and had no idea who I was, making me feel like a bit of a stalker for knowing exactly who she was and I was actually really familiar with her ass from watching her jog all of last summer. But that’s not the point. She’s up in my apartment.

My intention wasn’t to fuck, just because I only pick up in bars and wasn’t expecting to get someone back home. I went for underwear, but once she got through my front door, that’s all I could think about. Fucking this broad was my number one goal.

We got to talking as I unpacked my groceries. That’s when she found the cake mix. She decided she wanted to make cake. I don’t give a fuck cuz it means I have an hour more with her. Next thing I know, her tit’s falling out, and she’s smearing batter all over her rack. That’s when I move in and start making out with her in the kitchen! It was fucking unbelievable, batter smearing all over my shirt and wall and I didn’t care. Maybe she was just into me…but it all happened right after she told me how good I smelled and she had no idea who I was before the grocery store, meanwhile I’ve been wanting to chat her up foir months.

You can’t make this shit up and here are the pictures I managed to take before I was too busy slamming her against the wall.

She left me her number, I know where she lives, if anything else happens I will be sure to write in and tell you!

Stankfully yours,

Happycamper.

p.s. love the site, you dirty spic.

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If you want to see previous stories, go read them here

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