I have a 128 MB SD card in my Treo 90, holding tens of whole books. This is the single largest use I have for my Palm OS device. Reading books in Palm Reader is a joy, I have it installed on my Toshiba 335 as well (but I don't use that PPC, did not take to PPC2k2, gave it to my GF). I haven't read a paper based novel in a couple of years. In a 16 MB Palm OS device one can realistically hold >30 books plus hundreds of apps, your contacts, apts, etc... No need to be a PDA bigot, mon frair.
In the end I am still using my Treo 90. I have had a Palm IIIe, Palm m100, Handspring Visor Deluxe, Palm m130, and Toshiba 335. The Treo 90 is a great device. I love the thumboard and the SD slot. Handspring did innovate with the thumboard, sure, RIM had it first, but Handspring was the first real PDA maker to do so. I would love to have a Treo 270 to replace my incredibly buggy TMobile Sidekick, but now I think I'll wait until the Palm brand phones start coming out.
BTW - I found my PPC to be less usefull. I have hundreds of applications installed on my Treo, but never found anything usefull to put on my 335. I ended up giving it to my girlfriend who loves spider solitare (which I also have on my Treo). It is also larger and has less battery life. The only thing I enjoyed about the 335 was mp3 playback, but I rarely used that (read: I used it exactly twice).
A moron of the highest order. You're so stupid it's a wonder you can remember to breathe. Intelligent ideas bounce off your head as if it were coated with Teflon. Creative thoughts take alternate transportation in order to avoid even being in the same state as you. If you had an original thought it would die of loneliness before the hour was out.
On an intelligence scale of 1 to 10 (10 corresponding to the highest attainable IQ) your rating is so far into negative numbers that one would need to travel into another quantum reality in order to even catch a distant glimpse of it. Your personality is that of a rabid Chihuahua intent on destroying its own tail. You are walking, talking proof that you don't have to be sentient to survive.
You are wholly without any redeeming social grace or value. If God ever decides to give the planet an enema you'd better run like the wind because anywhere you stand is a suitable place for The Insertion. There is no animal so disgusting, so vile, that it deserves comparison to you, for even the lowest, dirtiest, most parasitic member of the animal kingdom fills an ecological niche. You fill no niche. To call you a parasite would be injurious to the thousands of honest parasitic species.
You are worse than vermin, for vermin do not pretend to be what it is not. You are truly human garbage. You are a fraudulent, lying, predatory charlatan. You are of less worth than a burnt-out light bulb. You will forever live in shame. You have nothing intelligent to say, and Godwin's Law does not apply when writing about you.
Mothers gather their children close when you appear. You are an aberration, a corruption, and a boil that needs to be lanced. You are a poison in need of being vomited. You are a tooth so rotten it infects the whole body. You are sperm that should have been captured in a condom and flushed down a toilet. I don't like you. I don't like anybody who has as little respect for others as you do. Go away, you swine.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. Meaningful to no one, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts that sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are a waste of flesh. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease. You puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meat-slapper.
On a good day, you're a halfwit. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are.
Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a moron will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.
A moron of the highest order. You're so stupid it's a wonder you can remember to breathe. Intelligent ideas bounce off your head as if it were coated with Teflon. Creative thoughts take alternate transportation in order to avoid even being in the same state as you. If you had an original thought it would die of loneliness before the hour was out.
On an intelligence scale of 1 to 10 (10 corresponding to the highest attainable IQ) your rating is so far into negative numbers that one would need to travel into another quantum reality in order to even catch a distant glimpse of it. Your personality is that of a rabid Chihuahua intent on destroying its own tail. You are walking, talking proof that you don't have to be sentient to survive.
You are wholly without any redeeming social grace or value. If God ever decides to give the planet an enema you'd better run like the wind because anywhere you stand is a suitable place for The Insertion. There is no animal so disgusting, so vile, that it deserves comparison to you, for even the lowest, dirtiest, most parasitic member of the animal kingdom fills an ecological niche. You fill no niche. To call you a parasite would be injurious to the thousands of honest parasitic species.
You are worse than vermin, for vermin do not pretend to be what it is not. You are truly human garbage. You are a fraudulent, lying, predatory charlatan. You are of less worth than a burnt-out light bulb. You will forever live in shame. You have nothing intelligent to say, and Godwin's Law does not apply when writing about you.
Mothers gather their children close when you appear. You are an aberration, a corruption, and a boil that needs to be lanced. You are a poison in need of being vomited. You are a tooth so rotten it infects the whole body. You are sperm that should have been captured in a condom and flushed down a toilet. I don't like you. I don't like anybody who has as little respect for others as you do. Go away, you swine.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. Meaningful to no one, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts that sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are a waste of flesh. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease. You puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meat-slapper.
On a good day, you're a halfwit. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are.
Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a moron will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.
WTF did this contribute? I am sorry to inform you, hesiod, that you are indeed useless. Your statement did absolutely nothing to add to the discussion at hand. Please continue to lurk.
Laying here in the shadows of my room, I squint up at my love. My Ms. Portman. I am sore and tired after fucking her for eight solid hours. My chapped and aching dick is soaking in grits to relieve the pain. She gets on her knees and starts lapping the grits up out of the bowl. She places her beautiful hands on my penis and starts to lick the grits off my achy piece.
Massaging my nutsack she....
WAIT, I DO IT WRONG!!!!
Yanking my dick out of her mouth I throw her to the ground and shove it in to her gaping freshly fisted ass.
OH BIG ASS SPORK!! Fuck my ass, fuck my ass good. DEEPER, my stallion, deeper!! Make a Beowulf cluster of sperm on my back!!
Imagine a Beowulf cluster of this baby!
I DO IT WRONG!!!!
I continue to hump her alabaster form. Glistening with beads of sweat, she bites her lip in delight as I tear her ass open with my engorged dick.
Queen Amidala!! I shreik as I near climax.
She looks up at me and screams, You are so alive in me, unlike *BSD or VA Software!!! Fill me with seed!! Yes, Yes, Yess!!!!
For me you are calling, hhhmmm?
YODA?!? What the fuck, can't you see I am using the force here?
He savagely kicks my Natalie aside, he pulls out his large green penis and impales me...
I do it wrong Laying here in the shadows of my room, I squint up at my love. My Ms. Portman. I am sore and tired after fucking her for eight solid hours. My chapped and aching dick is soaking in grits to relieve the pain. She gets on her knees and starts lapping the grits up out of the bowl. She places her beautiful hands on my penis and starts to lick the grits off my achy piece. Massaging my nutsack she....
WAIT, I DO IT WRONG!!!! Yanking my dick out of her mouth I throw her to the ground and shove it in to her gaping freshly fisted ass. OH BIG ASS SPORK!! Fuck my ass, fuck my ass good. DEEPER, my stallion, deeper!! Make a Beowulf cluster of sperm on my back!! Imagine a Beowulf cluster of this baby! I DO IT WRONG!!!!
I continue to hump her alabaster form. Glistening with beads of sweat, she bites her lip in delight as I tear her ass open with my engorged dick.
Queen Amidala!! I shreik as I near climax.
She looks up at me and screams, You are so alive in me, unlike *BSD or VA Software!!! Fill me with seed!! Yes, Yes, Yess!!!!
For me you are calling, hhhmmm?
YODA?!? What the fuck, can't you see I am using the force here?
He savagely kicks my Natalie aside, he pulls out his large green penis and impales me...
You, sir, are indeed the man. I bow to the superiority of your well thought out wit. I agree with each of your highly crafted points. I wish to subscribe to your newsletter. Please note my email address above. Thanks in advance for your time and consideration in this matter.
Laying here in the shadows of my room, I squint up at my love. My Ms. Portman. I
am sore and tired after fucking her for eight solid hours. My chapped and aching
dick is soaking in grits to relieve the pain. She gets on her knees and starts
lapping the grits up out of the bowl. She places her beautiful hands on my penis
and starts to lick the grits off my achy piece.
Massaging my nutsack she....
WAIT, I DO IT WRONG!!!!
Yanking my dick out of her mouth I throw her to the ground and shove it in to
her gaping freshly fisted ass.
OH BIG ASS SPORK!! Fuck my ass, fuck my ass good. DEEPER, my stallion, deeper!!
Make a Beowulf cluster of sperm on my back!!
Imagine a Beowulf cluster of this baby!
I DO IT WRONG!!!!
I continue to hump her alabaster form. Glistening with beads of sweat, she bites
her lip in delight as I tear her ass open with my engorged dick.
Queen Amidala!! I shreik as I near climax.
She looks up at me and screams, You are so alive in me, unlike *BSD or VA
Software!!! Fill me with seed!! Yes, Yes, Yess!!!!
For me you are calling, hhhmmm?
YODA?!? What the fuck, can't you see I am using the force here?
He savagely kicks my Natalie aside, he pulls out his large green penis and
impales me...
Laying here in the shadows of my room, I squint up at my love. My Ms. Portman. I
am sore and tired after fucking her for eight solid hours. My chapped and aching
dick is soaking in grits to relieve the pain. She gets on her knees and starts
lapping the grits up out of the bowl. She places her beautiful hands on my penis
and starts to lick the grits off my achy piece.
Massaging my nutsack she....
WAIT, I DO IT WRONG!!!!
Yanking my dick out of her mouth I throw her to the ground and shove it in to
her gaping freshly fisted ass.
OH BIG ASS SPORK!! Fuck my ass, fuck my ass good. DEEPER, my stallion, deeper!!
Make a Beowulf cluster of sperm on my back!!
Imagine a Beowulf cluster of this baby!
I DO IT WRONG!!!!
I continue to hump her alabaster form. Glistening with beads of sweat, she bites
her lip in delight as I tear her ass open with my engorged dick.
Queen Amidala!! I shreik as I near climax.
She looks up at me and screams, You are so alive in me, unlike *BSD or VA
Software!!! Fill me with seed!! Yes, Yes, Yess!!!!
For me you are calling, hhhmmm?
YODA?!? What the fuck, can't you see I am using the force here?
He savagely kicks my Natalie aside, he pulls out his large green penis and
impales me...
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I have a 128 MB SD card in my Treo 90, holding tens of whole books. This is the single largest use I have for my Palm OS device. Reading books in Palm Reader is a joy, I have it installed on my Toshiba 335 as well (but I don't use that PPC, did not take to PPC2k2, gave it to my GF). I haven't read a paper based novel in a couple of years. In a 16 MB Palm OS device one can realistically hold >30 books plus hundreds of apps, your contacts, apts, etc... No need to be a PDA bigot, mon frair.
This would be my last post for the day as well. Fucking bitches. N/E hoo, long live the CLIT, see y'all mañana...
In the end I am still using my Treo 90. I have had a Palm IIIe, Palm m100, Handspring Visor Deluxe, Palm m130, and Toshiba 335. The Treo 90 is a great device. I love the thumboard and the SD slot. Handspring did innovate with the thumboard, sure, RIM had it first, but Handspring was the first real PDA maker to do so. I would love to have a Treo 270 to replace my incredibly buggy TMobile Sidekick, but now I think I'll wait until the Palm brand phones start coming out.
BTW - I found my PPC to be less usefull. I have hundreds of applications installed on my Treo, but never found anything usefull to put on my 335. I ended up giving it to my girlfriend who loves spider solitare (which I also have on my Treo). It is also larger and has less battery life. The only thing I enjoyed about the 335 was mp3 playback, but I rarely used that (read: I used it exactly twice).
Damn, a three digit UID. Someone with less of a life than me...
Most of us have learned by now.
You're an idiot.
A moron of the highest order. You're so stupid it's a wonder you can remember to breathe. Intelligent ideas bounce off your head as if it were coated with Teflon. Creative thoughts take alternate transportation in order to avoid even being in the same state as you. If you had an original thought it would die of loneliness before the hour was out.
On an intelligence scale of 1 to 10 (10 corresponding to the highest attainable IQ) your rating is so far into negative numbers that one would need to travel into another quantum reality in order to even catch a distant glimpse of it. Your personality is that of a rabid Chihuahua intent on destroying its own tail. You are walking, talking proof that you don't have to be sentient to survive.
You are wholly without any redeeming social grace or value. If God ever decides to give the planet an enema you'd better run like the wind because anywhere you stand is a suitable place for The Insertion. There is no animal so disgusting, so vile, that it deserves comparison to you, for even the lowest, dirtiest, most parasitic member of the animal kingdom fills an ecological niche. You fill no niche. To call you a parasite would be injurious to the thousands of honest parasitic species.
You are worse than vermin, for vermin do not pretend to be what it is not. You are truly human garbage. You are a fraudulent, lying, predatory charlatan. You are of less worth than a burnt-out light bulb. You will forever live in shame. You have nothing intelligent to say, and Godwin's Law does not apply when writing about you.
Mothers gather their children close when you appear. You are an aberration, a corruption, and a boil that needs to be lanced. You are a poison in need of being vomited. You are a tooth so rotten it infects the whole body. You are sperm that should have been captured in a condom and flushed down a toilet. I don't like you. I don't like anybody who has as little respect for others as you do. Go away, you swine.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. Meaningful to no one, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts that sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are a waste of flesh. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease. You puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meat-slapper.
On a good day, you're a halfwit. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are.
Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a moron will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.
The only thing worse than your l
You're an idiot.
A moron of the highest order. You're so stupid it's a wonder you can remember to breathe. Intelligent ideas bounce off your head as if it were coated with Teflon. Creative thoughts take alternate transportation in order to avoid even being in the same state as you. If you had an original thought it would die of loneliness before the hour was out.
On an intelligence scale of 1 to 10 (10 corresponding to the highest attainable IQ) your rating is so far into negative numbers that one would need to travel into another quantum reality in order to even catch a distant glimpse of it. Your personality is that of a rabid Chihuahua intent on destroying its own tail. You are walking, talking proof that you don't have to be sentient to survive.
You are wholly without any redeeming social grace or value. If God ever decides to give the planet an enema you'd better run like the wind because anywhere you stand is a suitable place for The Insertion. There is no animal so disgusting, so vile, that it deserves comparison to you, for even the lowest, dirtiest, most parasitic member of the animal kingdom fills an ecological niche. You fill no niche. To call you a parasite would be injurious to the thousands of honest parasitic species.
You are worse than vermin, for vermin do not pretend to be what it is not. You are truly human garbage. You are a fraudulent, lying, predatory charlatan. You are of less worth than a burnt-out light bulb. You will forever live in shame. You have nothing intelligent to say, and Godwin's Law does not apply when writing about you.
Mothers gather their children close when you appear. You are an aberration, a corruption, and a boil that needs to be lanced. You are a poison in need of being vomited. You are a tooth so rotten it infects the whole body. You are sperm that should have been captured in a condom and flushed down a toilet. I don't like you. I don't like anybody who has as little respect for others as you do. Go away, you swine.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. Meaningful to no one, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts that sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are a waste of flesh. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease. You puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meat-slapper.
On a good day, you're a halfwit. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are.
Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a moron will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.
The only thing worse than your l
Yes.
Hey dipshit! What does e-mail of any type have to do with web browsing? Pay attention, McFly!
WTF did this contribute? I am sorry to inform you, hesiod, that you are indeed useless. Your statement did absolutely nothing to add to the discussion at hand. Please continue to lurk.
Hugs and kisses,
BAS
You, sir, are an innovator. I continue to be a fan (although during my hiatus, /. killed my friend list...). Keep up the good work...
You sir should be applauded. A true /. icon, you have brightened my day nie daily for some time now. Keep up the good work, my friend.
--
BAS
You cock smoker! They broke UAG posts a long time ago. N/E hoo, thanks for the nastalgia...
IAWTP! Good work, my compadre. It does my heart good to see the CLIT representin'
Glad to see someone flying the ASCII goat! Good work, sir!
Always has been, fucktard. You new here?
Fucking newbie, walk in front of a bus, please.
You, sir, are an idiot. That is all, carry on...
I do it wrong
Laying here in the shadows of my room, I squint up at my love. My Ms. Portman. I am sore and tired after fucking her for eight solid hours. My chapped and aching dick is soaking in grits to relieve the pain. She gets on her knees and starts lapping the grits up out of the bowl. She places her beautiful hands on my penis and starts to lick the grits off my achy piece.
Massaging my nutsack she....
WAIT, I DO IT WRONG!!!!
Yanking my dick out of her mouth I throw her to the ground and shove it in to her gaping freshly fisted ass.
OH BIG ASS SPORK!! Fuck my ass, fuck my ass good. DEEPER, my stallion, deeper!! Make a Beowulf cluster of sperm on my back!!
Imagine a Beowulf cluster of this baby!
I DO IT WRONG!!!!
I continue to hump her alabaster form. Glistening with beads of sweat, she bites her lip in delight as I tear her ass open with my engorged dick.
Queen Amidala!! I shreik as I near climax.
She looks up at me and screams, You are so alive in me, unlike *BSD or VA Software!!! Fill me with seed!! Yes, Yes, Yess!!!!
For me you are calling, hhhmmm?
YODA?!? What the fuck, can't you see I am using the force here?
He savagely kicks my Natalie aside, he pulls out his large green penis and impales me...
I DO IT WRONG!!
All your sporkz are belong to the dead homiez!!
Actually, while I am of French decent, and do enjoy cheese eating, I have never once surrendered. Thank you sir, and have a nice day 8)
Actually FTM, I personally feel cheated. It did sound like it would be interesting...
I do it wrong
Laying here in the shadows of my room, I squint up at my love. My Ms. Portman. I am sore and tired after fucking her for eight solid hours. My chapped and aching dick is soaking in grits to relieve the pain. She gets on her knees and starts lapping the grits up out of the bowl. She places her beautiful hands on my penis and starts to lick the grits off my achy piece.
Massaging my nutsack she....
WAIT, I DO IT WRONG!!!!
Yanking my dick out of her mouth I throw her to the ground and shove it in to her gaping freshly fisted ass.
OH BIG ASS SPORK!! Fuck my ass, fuck my ass good. DEEPER, my stallion, deeper!! Make a Beowulf cluster of sperm on my back!!
Imagine a Beowulf cluster of this baby!
I DO IT WRONG!!!!
I continue to hump her alabaster form. Glistening with beads of sweat, she bites her lip in delight as I tear her ass open with my engorged dick.
Queen Amidala!! I shreik as I near climax.
She looks up at me and screams, You are so alive in me, unlike *BSD or VA Software!!! Fill me with seed!! Yes, Yes, Yess!!!!
For me you are calling, hhhmmm?
YODA?!? What the fuck, can't you see I am using the force here?
He savagely kicks my Natalie aside, he pulls out his large green penis and impales me...
I DO IT WRONG!!
All your sporkz are belong to the dead homiez!!
You, sir, are indeed the man. I bow to the superiority of your well thought out wit. I agree with each of your highly crafted points. I wish to subscribe to your newsletter. Please note my email address above. Thanks in advance for your time and consideration in this matter.
Signed,
BAS
I do it wrong
Laying here in the shadows of my room, I squint up at my love. My Ms. Portman. I am sore and tired after fucking her for eight solid hours. My chapped and aching dick is soaking in grits to relieve the pain. She gets on her knees and starts lapping the grits up out of the bowl. She places her beautiful hands on my penis and starts to lick the grits off my achy piece.
Massaging my nutsack she....
WAIT, I DO IT WRONG!!!!
Yanking my dick out of her mouth I throw her to the ground and shove it in to her gaping freshly fisted ass.
OH BIG ASS SPORK!! Fuck my ass, fuck my ass good. DEEPER, my stallion, deeper!! Make a Beowulf cluster of sperm on my back!!
Imagine a Beowulf cluster of this baby!
I DO IT WRONG!!!!
I continue to hump her alabaster form. Glistening with beads of sweat, she bites her lip in delight as I tear her ass open with my engorged dick.
Queen Amidala!! I shreik as I near climax.
She looks up at me and screams, You are so alive in me, unlike *BSD or VA Software!!! Fill me with seed!! Yes, Yes, Yess!!!!
For me you are calling, hhhmmm?
YODA?!? What the fuck, can't you see I am using the force here?
He savagely kicks my Natalie aside, he pulls out his large green penis and impales me...
I DO IT WRONG!!
All your sporkz are belong to the dead homiez!!
I do it wrong
Laying here in the shadows of my room, I squint up at my love. My Ms. Portman. I am sore and tired after fucking her for eight solid hours. My chapped and aching dick is soaking in grits to relieve the pain. She gets on her knees and starts lapping the grits up out of the bowl. She places her beautiful hands on my penis and starts to lick the grits off my achy piece.
Massaging my nutsack she....
WAIT, I DO IT WRONG!!!!
Yanking my dick out of her mouth I throw her to the ground and shove it in to her gaping freshly fisted ass.
OH BIG ASS SPORK!! Fuck my ass, fuck my ass good. DEEPER, my stallion, deeper!! Make a Beowulf cluster of sperm on my back!!
Imagine a Beowulf cluster of this baby!
I DO IT WRONG!!!!
I continue to hump her alabaster form. Glistening with beads of sweat, she bites her lip in delight as I tear her ass open with my engorged dick.
Queen Amidala!! I shreik as I near climax.
She looks up at me and screams, You are so alive in me, unlike *BSD or VA Software!!! Fill me with seed!! Yes, Yes, Yess!!!!
For me you are calling, hhhmmm?
YODA?!? What the fuck, can't you see I am using the force here?
He savagely kicks my Natalie aside, he pulls out his large green penis and impales me...
I DO IT WRONG!!
All your sporkz are belong to the dead homiez!!
Yes but HE DID IT WRONG!!! Log the fuck in!
I hereby claim this post for the CLIT, we are coming back...