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Ahh, Tittyfartsylvania, such fond memories.
It was the summer of 98. My family and I were sitting on a beach along the "fingers" of Tittyfartsylvania, when a friend asked us if we'd like to visit a nearby town, Pussyburpsemborg.
What a time we had a Pussyburpsemborg. Such lovely culture, supple, beautiful walls, such fantastic cheeses and roast beef! We went during the wet season, but found it to be quite pleasant and warm in spite of the downpour. At the very top of the town, though strangely diffiult to find was the temple of Klitzenstien. Let me tell you, the beautiful songs that you are met with upon entering Klitzenstien are sometime you take back with you.
Afterward, my friend suggested we finish out the night at a strange spot that he knew of. Groanenstien, or the "G-Spot as it's reffered to by the locals. I thought getting to the Klitzenstein was difficult, but LORD was it hard to find the G-Spot. It got to the point where I wondered if it existed at all. My friend assured me that it did, and eventualyl, sweaty, out of breath, and with strange cramps in my calves, we DID find it.
I've never left a place feeling so satisfied.