Rutilate
rutilated / rutilate, to get shafted, f-cked, to be had, taken advantage of, duped, describes violent animalistic s-x, usually used as an irreverent description of male-male sodomy.
its always important to understand ones cell phone contract, other wise your cell phone provider will rutilate you to the morgue with hidden fees, poor service and unreasonable contracts.
i rulitated a hooker in the -ss on sunday, she will probably have to sit on one of those rubber donuts for the next week. lol! -high five-
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