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"I'm really into you farting, burping, talking about eating me, digesting me, and turning me into your farts/s**t than I am the football scenario itself. It doesn't have to be us watching football if you don't like the idea. I just think having a bet that decides whether I get eaten makes it more interesting. lol

So, it starts with both of us talking about how excited we are about our football teams (who are rivals) are playing against each other. We have and snacks. You brag about how good your...

***This is a custom video. For your own email Me!***

Custom Script:

"I'm really into you farting, burping, talking about eating me, digesting me, and turning me into your farts/s**t than I am the football scenario itself. It doesn't have to be us watching football if you don't like the idea. I just think having a bet that decides whether I get eaten makes it more interesting. lol

So, it starts with both of us talking about how excited we are about our football teams (who are rivals) are playing against each other. We have and snacks. You brag about how good your team is and that my team doesn't stand a chance.

You eventually get the idea that we should have a bet, and that if you win, you get to eat me, and if I win, I get to have sex with you. You try to sway me with the idea of the bet saying that there's a "50/50 chance that I'll get laid out of this and a 50/50 chance that I'll clog the toilet." I decide to take the bet, and you're thrilled.

Throughout the game, it doesn't look good for my team. Your team scores and a point at one point and you pull out your cell phone and hand it to me, asking if I could do a favor for you. I wonder what you want, and you ask if I could make a phone call to a plumber tomorrow because your house will have a clogged toilet tomorrow.

You fart here and there to tease me and throughout the football game and casually comment on how that will be me if my team doesn't start doing better. You talk about that all the makes your farts smell and that you're sure that I'll make them feel even worse than that. I get more and more scared throughout the game.

The game finally ends, and you tell me to watch this while the last few seconds of the game are going on, and you fart over the final buzzer of the game and say that it's over. I try to beg and plead my way out of you eating me, but you are not convinced.

You eat me and then taunt me while in your stomach until I digest entirely. A little while later, you me out (you don't have to show the or anything can just be implied).

I wanted the video to end with you talking to one of your friends on the phone about what happened. You could say that I was the number two biggest fan of my football team."

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