Just use Freenet. It boasts many of the same features, and all the child-porn traders are already on there so there is already a large library of the data you want.
Fuck you if you think you're special. Your balls smell sweaty and musky with just a hint of shit, just like everyone else on the site.
And if anyone here watches Everybody Loves Raymond, it's only because seeing that cumgargling buffet-destroyer behemoth of a fat fucking lard man with his lithe, sex-hungry wife gives them hope that maybe they too will be able to find a suitable mate before rigor mortis sets in.
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When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard on that won't quit.
Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white under the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did nott chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
Old Ike, he extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old man winked at me. "Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game.
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men. .."
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.
"I though we were talking about. .."
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as browwn as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his hightop work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then stuck it out far enough that the tip could touch the tip of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"
"I never. .."
"Well, old Ike's willing to let you find out."
"No way."
"Just teasing," said Ike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."
"Why would I do that?"
"Curiousity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."
"I'm no queer."
"Now don't be getting judgemental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't beiing queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ike slipped a handside the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."
I swallowed, hard.
Ike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"
***
We worked steadily until noon. Ike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and make with the golden arches before lunch."
I followed Ike to the end of the greenhouse where he stopped at the outside wall of the potting shed. He opened his fly, fished inside, and finger-hooked a soft white penis with a pouting foreskin puckered half an inch pas
I find it repulsive that there is a Linux marketed specifically to black people. Racism, even reverse racism, must be abhorred in all its Zionist disgust.
There is no reason a civilized country like the US needs to provide hosting for another "Al Allah Halal Haraam Habib" raghead horseshit weblog.
Seriously, how many people here have been there before? Anyone? OK, now how many of you had been to goatse.cx? That's right, all of you.
Did you mewling little shitbags make a stink when.cx shut off the domain? No. You sat there like sheepish European Jews in 1939. So shut the fuck up about this one, at least goatse.cx was a Christian website.
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Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the
name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where
I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the
same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny
Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this
time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club
with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was
stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for
a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance
her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple
of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across
the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no
boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the
sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best
opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always
mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8
of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is
very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like
being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we
ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us,
shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying
"Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly
and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her
sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an
attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue
track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body,
repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet
she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks.
After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the
babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the
pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year
old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it
if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and
immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her
to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat
bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with
them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue
eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could
all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking
babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or
his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I
was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush
childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes.
It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced
the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm
not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for
being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for
having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than
once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women
and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of
ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and
Mary, and, more r
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I know how you feel. I just finished reading "How I Killed Carolina", and if there were a game that let me feed a bound and screaming babybumsex bitchgirl spoonfuls of titmeat from her own anesthetized fat teenie tittiebags, I would be playing it and not posting here!
I tried GTA:SA, but I can't figure out the button sequence to perform bondage hysterectomies.
Star Raiders for the Atari 2600 was the last console game I was any good at. I am hoping that if the world ends or my corner of it gets nuked, the last thing I will ever hear is the tinkly explosion noise and the "boop BOOP boop" from that game.
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Just use Freenet. It boasts many of the same features, and all the child-porn traders are already on there so there is already a large library of the data you want.
Fuck you if you think you're special. Your balls smell sweaty and musky with just a hint of shit, just like everyone else on the site.
And if anyone here watches Everybody Loves Raymond, it's only because seeing that cumgargling buffet-destroyer behemoth of a fat fucking lard man with his lithe, sex-hungry wife gives them hope that maybe they too will be able to find a suitable mate before rigor mortis sets in.
You can't rape the willing, you faggot fucking browneye puncher.
From a maiden test flight to a flight with a virgin test pilot. Allah be praised.
the WHO predicted higher-than-normal AIDS levels in North Atlantic seawater in the near future, and urges dolphin-sexers to wear condoms is possible.
Of the many jobs robots could be put to use, here's one I'll bet not many slashdotters have considered - camel jockeys.
Does this mean we get our jobs back from India?
It's almost as open source as the software used to pass around the child porn in the first place!
linux is for hippies and homeless people
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#!HEY LISTEN UP FAGGOTS /
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posting AC is for fucking QUEEEERS | | /
"MEN" who want to fuck other "MEN" ( ( |=D ( ( =D
mmmmmmm the sweet taste of BALL SAP | | |@ | | @
can't get ENOUGH can you FAGGOTS??
right over here -- this is your "LOVER" --^^^ ^
and THIS HERE is your ASS about to get FUCKED ------|
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Wire up speakers in every room. All wires go to computer room. Wires then attached to a single machine that manipulates everything.
ohmic losses you smarmy shit. boy are you dumb.
When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard on that won't quit.
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Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white under the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did nott chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
Old Ike, he extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old man winked at me. "Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game.
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men. .
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.
"I though we were talking about. .
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as browwn as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his hightop work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then stuck it out far enough that the tip could touch the tip of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"
"I never. .
"Well, old Ike's willing to let you find out."
"No way."
"Just teasing," said Ike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."
"Why would I do that?"
"Curiousity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."
"I'm no queer."
"Now don't be getting judgemental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't beiing queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ike slipped a handside the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."
I swallowed, hard.
Ike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"
***
We worked steadily until noon. Ike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and make with the golden arches before lunch."
I followed Ike to the end of the greenhouse where he stopped at the outside wall of the potting shed. He opened his fly, fished inside, and finger-hooked a soft white penis with a pouting foreskin puckered half an inch pas
I find it repulsive that there is a Linux marketed specifically to black people. Racism, even reverse racism, must be abhorred in all its Zionist disgust.
There is no reason a civilized country like the US needs to provide hosting for another "Al Allah Halal Haraam Habib" raghead horseshit weblog.
.cx shut off the domain? No. You sat there like sheepish European Jews in 1939. So shut the fuck up about this one, at least goatse.cx was a Christian website.
Seriously, how many people here have been there before? Anyone? OK, now how many of you had been to goatse.cx? That's right, all of you.
Did you mewling little shitbags make a stink when
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more r
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you fucking cocktwirling dolt, that post was worth nothing. I laugh at you, and it. eat a bag of shit and shoot yourself in the head.
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I know how you feel. I just finished reading "How I Killed Carolina", and if there were a game that let me feed a bound and screaming babybumsex bitchgirl spoonfuls of titmeat from her own anesthetized fat teenie tittiebags, I would be playing it and not posting here!
I tried GTA:SA, but I can't figure out the button sequence to perform bondage hysterectomies.
Star Raiders for the Atari 2600 was the last console game I was any good at. I am hoping that if the world ends or my corner of it gets nuked, the last thing I will ever hear is the tinkly explosion noise and the "boop BOOP boop" from that game.