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There was this neo-nazi douche who used to hang out with our group of friends back in high school. He never really did anything to me personally, but I couldn't stand hanging around him so I went home, made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, then jerked off on it before bringing it to school the next day. I knew he didn't ever buy a lunch, so I tried to act like I didn't want the sandwich and to pawn it off on him. I think he was wise to the plan because he passed on the sandwich. Another friend at the table asked if he could have the sandwich, so I had to make up some reason to throw it away. A few months later, a rumor started its way around the school about someone who jerked off on a peanut butter sandwich but I never took responsibility.
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