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Interesting question
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The best description, I think, would be to have the last frame translated from Italian. They are words directly from the artist. I don't believe that anyone is going to create a backstory for these Saudelli pictures. I know you've tried to get a backstory. Perhaps if you tried the 'Stories' section in both TickleTheatre and the TMF, you may find some interesting stories to satisfy. Stay well.
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Hey wait a minute? Didn't you ask those questions already in the TMF under the name "Mops"?
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Once the moderators found out there were children in the picture, the guy from ft. Lauderdale got a visit from the FBI.
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I don't see why unless they suspected actual possession of child porn...and even if they did they would need to get a warrant to search his home without permission (at least I think so [not sure due to the patriot act and all]). The picture above of two women being tickled by two kids isn't really child porn. Not only is it artwork but also the two kids are the ones doing the tickling/dominating.
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Kids? I thought they were midgets, er, little people.
Hello.
I'm just a lurker who just happens to feel like translating that italian frame.
Also English is not my first language and I'm not a writer, so forgive any weird tenses or words.
"Sometimes I feel such a rage I would like to put someone under my feet and crush them. I'm strong, with these feet I have (size 10) I could crush like a watermelon that jerkass Administrator Gallo's head. Or I could put him under my ass and smother him. Ah, that I would happily do to his "lady" as well. Today, for instance, she insisted I went out to catch her cat, because she lets it out to shit but that jerk cat always does it on my flowers on my kitchen's window, also it's never able to find it's way home. Oh sure, you stupid beast! But you always find the way to shit on my flowers! I've had enough, I caught it by its neck (I mean, that's how you hold cats) and I brought it to her, to the fourth floor, by stairs, because the elevator doesn't work and that jerkass doesn't call anyone to fix it. I rang the door (because the door was locked and, I say, how would that stupid cat, if it even wanted, get inside if the door is locked, moron?). She opened the door and got pissed seeing how I was holding the cat. The creature then, it probably felt great and struggled, managing to scratch my arm before running inside. Fuck you, you and your cat! I wish they'd just tie you really tight on a chair after smearing honey on your soles, so your lovely cat would come to lick them with that little rough tongue it's got and give you the chinese torment, and then, you'd go on whimpering. Ah, who will ever hear you, my dear!"
I'll just go back lurking now, don't mind me.
I'm just a lurker who just happens to feel like translating that italian frame.
Also English is not my first language and I'm not a writer, so forgive any weird tenses or words.
"Sometimes I feel such a rage I would like to put someone under my feet and crush them. I'm strong, with these feet I have (size 10) I could crush like a watermelon that jerkass Administrator Gallo's head. Or I could put him under my ass and smother him. Ah, that I would happily do to his "lady" as well. Today, for instance, she insisted I went out to catch her cat, because she lets it out to shit but that jerk cat always does it on my flowers on my kitchen's window, also it's never able to find it's way home. Oh sure, you stupid beast! But you always find the way to shit on my flowers! I've had enough, I caught it by its neck (I mean, that's how you hold cats) and I brought it to her, to the fourth floor, by stairs, because the elevator doesn't work and that jerkass doesn't call anyone to fix it. I rang the door (because the door was locked and, I say, how would that stupid cat, if it even wanted, get inside if the door is locked, moron?). She opened the door and got pissed seeing how I was holding the cat. The creature then, it probably felt great and struggled, managing to scratch my arm before running inside. Fuck you, you and your cat! I wish they'd just tie you really tight on a chair after smearing honey on your soles, so your lovely cat would come to lick them with that little rough tongue it's got and give you the chinese torment, and then, you'd go on whimpering. Ah, who will ever hear you, my dear!"
I'll just go back lurking now, don't mind me.
