The stench of the camel was overpowering. A small herd of GNUs were grazing halfway up a nearby dune. The weeds were sparse and reasty, which only added to the fetid odor wafting through the hot desert air. Midway in a small valley, a ragged tent barely stood against the dust blowing about. An ugly bitch of a women lay alone inside the grungy tent, her foul hairy legs spread wide. Sweat drenched the woman's clothes and left stains upon the old soiled rug on the floor of the tent. The nasty apish hairy ass-yeti let out a shrill primal screem, which was soon accompanied by several grunts followed by a gushy splat. A slime ridden, hairy baby loudly fell into a dirty metal shit-ridden bedpan. The disgusting event was soon over. Nightfall came quickly, but the offensive stench remained well through the next morning.
Hello, my name is Emad, and this was how I was welcomed to the world. I spent most of my childhood in the harsh iranian desert. My mother abandoned me soon after I was born, and I never knew my father. I was told by the desert people that my father was a very well known goat rapist from a nearby village. They told me wild stories of his sorrid homosexual and beastial escapades. My father's long filth-ridden beard was legend throughout the middle east. It must have been my father's beastiality fetish that drove him to my mother, but I digress.
I soon found my way out of the desert, and came to live in America. How I pulled myself out of my desert existance is of little importance: because I am about to die.
Tonight, I was attacked by an ugly troll armed with a monster hot grits cannon. My wild k-lines and kickbans were no match against such a powerfull weapon of destruction. So here I lay on the damp mold-covered concrete floor of my unfurnished basement apartment. Broken glass and the remains of a couple computers lie strewn about in the thick grey mess. I shat in my shorts and all over the floor, but with the steaming hot grits and oatmeal all over me, you wouldn't notice. Most of the blood has run out of my body and mixed with the repugnant mess. Before I die, allow me to tell you the chain of events that led the notorious Geekizoid Gangsters to put a price on my head.
My Liberal Agenda! You are the one who boo hoos with Bono and then ships a boatload of aid to those mongrels in Africa! My conservative credentials are solid. I certainly would support your proposed plans, should you choose to bring those to the floor of the US Senate.
Here is a post that would probably qualify as trash. Go ahead and remove it.
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I would think it would be like Quake, only with drab commentary and stuffy classical music. Oh, and publicly funded. Strom Thurmond; the dean of the US Senate...
We didn't have space. All you's with you's fancy schmancy technology. All of it be hogwash! Hogwash I say! Come here little lady and let papa Strom say howdy... Wooo. Strom Thurmond; the dean of the US Senate...
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Hello, my name is Emad, and this was how I was welcomed to the world. I spent most of my childhood in the harsh iranian desert. My mother abandoned me soon after I was born, and I never knew my father. I was told by the desert people that my father was a very well known goat rapist from a nearby village. They told me wild stories of his sorrid homosexual and beastial escapades. My father's long filth-ridden beard was legend throughout the middle east. It must have been my father's beastiality fetish that drove him to my mother, but I digress.
I soon found my way out of the desert, and came to live in America. How I pulled myself out of my desert existance is of little importance: because I am about to die.
Tonight, I was attacked by an ugly troll armed with a monster hot grits cannon. My wild k-lines and kickbans were no match against such a powerfull weapon of destruction. So here I lay on the damp mold-covered concrete floor of my unfurnished basement apartment. Broken glass and the remains of a couple computers lie strewn about in the thick grey mess. I shat in my shorts and all over the floor, but with the steaming hot grits and oatmeal all over me, you wouldn't notice. Most of the blood has run out of my body and mixed with the repugnant mess. Before I die, allow me to tell you the chain of events that led the notorious Geekizoid Gangsters to put a price on my head.
Cock sucker!
Well hell, if you're leaving, can I have your account?
Thanks ES. I really like the ability to simply claim FP's nowadays. It sure saves a lot of time!
+1 Insightful, please.
I claim this first post as my own. Thanks.
Hiya!
Nah.
Now please!
DOS attack?
How do you make ends meet with a job that can't pay you anything?
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STFU Corn nut dick!
Some one modded me up!
Please go away. Thanks.
Hildebeast tends to be left out of the fun.
As for Viagra®, I never touch the stuff.
Not the Hildebeast!
OK then, maybe I will check it out.
Ouch!
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I would think it would be like Quake, only with drab commentary and stuffy classical music. Oh, and publicly funded.
Strom Thurmond; the dean of the US Senate...
What fun would /. be without needless sensationalism, hmmmmmm?
Strom Thurmond; the dean of the US Senate...
Strom Thurmond; the dean of the US Senate...
bind to my root now! You young whippersnappers!
Strom Thurmond; the dean of the US Senate...
We didn't have space. All you's with you's fancy schmancy technology. All of it be hogwash! Hogwash I say! Come here little lady and let papa Strom say howdy... Wooo.
Strom Thurmond; the dean of the US Senate...