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Meteorite Strikes Indian Village
PS writes "The BBC is reporting that a village in eastern India was struck by a meteorite Saturday evening, wrecking several houses and injuring about twenty people. Fortunately, no one appears to have been killed by the impact or subsequent fires. CNN suggests that a second village near the impact site may have also been struck by part of the meteorite." Human/meteorite encounters are not entirely unheard of.
In celebration of my divine existence!
Hi. My name is Rob. I'm an attractive young man. I'm a few years over 20 and I work on a geek website. I would like to share with you an incident from a year ago that changed my life.
It was late at night and I was alone in the basement of the geek compound. I'd lost track of the time, but was sure it was at least 1 or 2 AM. I'd lost track of time because I was so busy enjoying my collection of gay porn. The week before, I had stolen a CD with anal sex videos on it out of Michael's room. I don't think he knew it was missing, yet. He had been very busy censoring people for the past week and just didn't have the time to masturbate.
I was watching a video of a black man giving a blow job to a large asian man when I heard a soft moaning noise. I wasn't sure if it was part of the video or if it was real. It was a middle of the night and I was a bit uneasy about being in the basement, even if nobody dared come within 20 miles of the geek compound because of the horrible odor from the building. Quickly, I paused the video and listened closely.
For several seconds, it was dead quiet, but then I heard the noise again. I was sure it was real and it seemed to be coming from the room across the hall. Now I was quite afraid. I sat as still as possible and I heard a grunting noise coming from the same place. Immediately after, I heard a second grunt. Despite my fear, I quickly made up my mind to go investigate. Even though I was terrified, it was very important to me to be able to masturbate in peace.
I stood up, but I was so afraid, I forgot to pull my pants up. My tiny cock was straight as an arrow and hard as a rock, pointing about two inches in front of me. It was quiet now as I walked toward the doorway, still shaking from fear. The room across the hall was dark, and the hallway in between was lit only by flickering lights on the ceiling. Because the company I work for was (and still is) nearly bankdrupt, there just wasn't enough money to replace the light bulbs.
Slowly I walked to the doorway and out into the hall. It was still dead quiet. I glanced to my left and then to my right. I couldn't see anyone in either direction, so I proceeded into the room opposite mine. The door was open and the intermittent light from the hallway provided the only illumination. There was no sign of anyone in the room from the little I could see.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by another grunt. This time, it was louder and I was sure it was coming from inside the room. The noise startled me, though, and I had already begun to shit myself. I wasn't wearing pants, so I can't really say I shit my pants. But the shit hung down from my asshole as I fumbled along the wall to find the light switch. Another grunt came, this time louder, and it startled me enough that some of my shit hit the floor. I was still shitting myself, though. The smell of fresh shit was usually refreshing to me, but I was so afraid I barely noticed.
Finally, after several seconds, I found the light switch on the wall. While the lights flickered on, I heard the same grunting noise, and was sure it was coming from my right. I looked in that direction and saw piles of dirty clothes along the wall and a closet. The closet door was closed. I was terrified, but I knew I had to inspect.
As I approached the closet, I heard the same noise again. My hand was shaking, but I fought the tremors and swung the door open. To my surprise, I saw Jeff bent over with his pants down. Jon was standing over him with his pants also off and his tiny penis was rock hard and covered with blood.
I was mad. I was furious. How could Jon be doing this with my boyfriend. In my anger, I blew my load all over the closet, and at the same time, let out a huge fart.
"How could you? What the fuck?" I screamed as loud as I could. In my anger, I grabbed Jon's hand and pulled him out of the closet. After that, I grabbed his neck and bent him over. I stepped behind him, and with my bare hands, I tore his asshole open. He let out a scream. In
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if a Beowulf cluster of them had hit the village.
You thought it, but only I had the courage to say it.
a giant ball of consitpated goose shit.
God I would do anything for a pizza right now. I'm hungry! BBL
The Indian guy at the 7-11 in town keeps trying to stick his finger up my ass when he thinks no one is looking. What's up with that?
Ann Coulter is proof that conservative Christians are considered to be perfectly acceptable targets of attack and hatred from the Left. And what do we in the moral community do to bring this upon ourselves? Simple. We (gasp!) tell the truth. Truth is a hated commodity indeed when the truth is unpopular. Go, Ann, go!