And there was 17 before you I'm sure. So always remember that.
Your sorry AC ass has done little to fade to my love for her. When someone like you pops up I read this for strength.
How do I love my lady's anus? Let me count the ways.
Have you seen her? Have you seen my beautiful lady and her anus? Unless you are an ex-boyfriend, her proctologist, or an art student in that class she modeled for, you probably have not have glimpsed the fairest orifice on God's green Earth. For this, you have my deepest sympathies.
I would put my lady's anus up against any of the legendary anuses of the past: Helen of Troy, Joan of Arc, Marie Curie, Eleanor Roosevelt. Even Cleopatra, who, according to legend, had a team of eunuchs apply balms and liniments with silken cloths to keep her anus and inner rectum immaculate, could not stand up to my lady. (My lady needs no such fripperies to be beautiful... though I do not hesitate to lavish them on her.) Lovely as Cleopatra's anus may have been, compared to my lady's, hers is a pustulent, lesion-ravaged hole.
My lady does not like me to go on and on about her anus, but how can I resist? When I look into that one brown eye, it's like gazing into a deep, untouched lake. Sometimes, it's as if I'm gazing through a taut, puckered window into her very soul, placing myself in danger of being hypnotized by the swirls of her rectum. Her anus is like a vessel I can't seem to fill with enough love, no matter how hard I try. I am not what one would call a holy man, but when I am gently kissing my lady's fragrant anus, I am convinced that there must be a higher power out there who made this sacred aperture.
As I am very protective of my lady's anus, few have seen it. Nevertheless, I am fond of waxing rhapsodic on its beauty. This can be difficult, though, for how does one describe the beauty of a Tuscan moon? How does one tell of the glory of the cosmos? Shakespeare would have written sonnets about it. Beethoven would have discarded his "Ode To Joy" in favor of "Ode To My Lady's Anus." And Raphael would have tried--and failed--to render its essence in oils. Lo, prodigious as these immortals' artistic gifts were, my lady's anus would have proven too elusive a muse for any of them to capture.
Yes, my lady's anus is a sight to behold. But it is not just a question of looks. For all its aesthetic loveliness, the greatest thing about my lady's anus is its personality. Sometimes silly, sometimes sad; sometimes dilated, sometimes clenched, it reveals a new wrinkle every time we meet.
Whether I see it reflected in candlelight during a romantic dinner or after it has just awaken from a night's slumber, my lady's anus is still as lovely to me as the first time I saw it. My friends say I won't feel the same way about it when it's 60. I disagree. It may lose that youthful glow, but this is the kind of anus that will only ripen with age. As further assurance, I once caught a glimpse of my lady's mother's anus and, as we all know, the apple does not fall far from the tree.
People say I'm spoiling my lady's anus by buying imported, hand-woven silk toilet paper. But do you polish a diamond with sandpaper? Do you restore the Mona Lisa with a hammer? My lady's anus deserves ruby and emerald enemas. Swabs of cotton soaked in the finest champagne. Anything less would be woefully inadequate for an orifice of such sublime beauty.
I first met "Jenny" when I was out windsurfing one Saturday. No, she wasn't lying on the beach "catching rays", she was out on the waves like me! Jenny is as much of a windsurfing fanantic as I am, and she likes nothing better than to spend a whole day out flyin' over the water. I talked to her that afternoon, and asked her out. After a few dates, I began seriously falling for her. She has blonde hair, green eyes, a cute sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and a great bod! Jenny is smart, funny, genuinely kindhearted (she even likes my cooking!:-p), and a great windsurfer. When I'm with her, I feel smarter, funnier, and I want to be kind to everybody. And I know this sounds corny, but we do have real conversations about things that matter to us - I can't tell you how precious that is in a relationship. I'm really insanely happy, except for one problem.
The problem is she has this bulging, distended anus. I don't know if all her ex-boyfriends used to do anal sex with her, or if it was just one guy with a really big dick, or if she was into "fisting", or what (I haven't yet gotten up the nerve to ask). I barely even noticed any of my ex-girfreinds' assholes (God, that sounds so weird), but with Jenny, it's like a bulging knob a couple of inches across. I mean, it's not as if she has incontinence problems or anything, but it's really disconcerting to see this gaping, caulifowered bunghole staring out at me whenever we're showering together and she bends over to pick up the shampoo (and forget about making love "doggy style":-/). Sorry to put you all on the spot like this, but I really don't know what to do. I've been obsessing so much over Jenny's anus that I'm starting to become distracted at work. If this one thing is so much of a problem for me, should I just break up with her? Or should I try to come to terms with the anus? Please help! Any and all advice will be greatly appreciated. Thanks! -XDFGF
"On the contrary, many Street Fighter players aren't geeks. The most obvious example are the gangsta players (playas?). I'm sure there are at least a few geeks on slashdot who've been on the receiving end of gangsta violence after beating them at the game 3 times in a row."
Gangstas = Dweebs and/or losers
Skateboarder = spaz
Mallrat = poser
Anybody who was on the receiving end of a beating from DJ jazzy Trevor thats hangin wit' da g'z down at da Muddafuckin Mall probably deserved it.
Jesus christ. If your a geek wear a trenchcoat or something, and then when your parents send you to a therapist tell her its all their fault. When I was in High School anyone who pulled this hip-hop mentality shit would get knocked the fuck out.
Not flaming the poster. Just geekdom and nerds alike for not fighting back.
Lets not forget the great Joe Liberman (i don't care to check the spelling on that) is a democrat. That guy is HELLBENT on censoring most of the media that you can get. Video games, Music, and movies. Its all equally deserving of black markers and tape that says "censored".
Personally his thoughts on this shit and Gore's raw stupidity prevented me for voting for my parties candidate. I was Nader all the way.
As you approach the water's edge, the smell is clearly the first thing you notice. Best described as reminding one of a recently emptied fish tank...algae and marine wildlife digestive waste abound.
If you look quickly, you'll see the ripples in the water where the more aggressive young trolls have just retreated..waiting..anxious. You only need to step a few meters out into the muck before the larger ones nip at your feet and toes. These are SlashDot Swamp Trolls, and they are waiting for any prey to fall into their domain.
Sorry to have to post this Anonymously instead of using my regular account, but as you will see my problem is pretty embarrassing. I first met "Jenny" when I was out windsurfing one Saturday. No, she wasn't lying on the beach "catching rays", she was out on the waves like me! Jenny is as much of a windsurfing fanantic as I am, and she likes nothing better than to spend a whole day out flyin' over the water. I talked to her that afternoon, and asked her out. After a few dates, I began seriously falling for her. She has blonde hair, green eyes, a cute sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and a great bod! Jenny is smart, funny, genuinely kindhearted (she even likes my cooking!:-p), and a great windsurfer. When I'm with her, I feel smarter, funnier, and I want to be kind to everybody. And I know this sounds corny, but we do have real conversations about things that matter to us - I can't tell you how precious that is in a relationship. I'm really insanely happy, except for one problem.
The problem is she has this bulging, distended anus. I don't know if all her ex-boyfriends used to do anal sex with her, or if it was just one guy with a really big dick, or if she was into "fisting", or what (I haven't yet gotten up the nerve to ask). I barely even noticed any of my ex-girfreinds' assholes (God, that sounds so weird), but with Jenny, it's like a bulging knob a couple of inches across. I mean, it's not as if she has incontinence problems or anything, but it's really disconcerting to see this gaping, caulifowered bunghole staring out at me whenever we're showering together and she bends over to pick up the shampoo (and forget about making love "doggy style":-/). Sorry to put you all on the spot like this, but I really don't know what to do. I've been obsessing so much over Jenny's anus that I'm starting to become distracted at work. If this one thing is so much of a problem for me, should I just break up with her? Or should I try to come to terms with the anus? Please help! Any and all advice will be greatly appreciated. Thanks! -G.F.
This is a great troll. It should be added to the troll library. Alan_Thicke needs some competition.
Now if this isn't a troll I'd have to say this cunt is A rEaL fAt AsS! This kind of female (the term woman is kind when discussing sea beasts. Use gender only) is probably the kind that sits at home on a friday night with a whole bag of hershey's kisses and watches that shitty fucking stand up on Comedy Central. I would expect about 3 minature poodles that have off-white fur from wallowing in their own filth running around and pissing on the empty birdcage in the corner.
The concept of a "boyfriend" often refers to a dildo that has a name written down the side.
Shame really. Chubby chasers pay top dollar for "pig fucks" like this. I know I could trick her pussy out for no less than $30.
*Almost everything in my house is on wheels. Got some there awhile back I think, good place for nice solid METAL wheels. (those cheap ass plastic ones you buy new are not worth shit. At all. They will break on you in a second. I am talking about the roundish spherical ones, the cylinder ones are of course going to be made out of plastic.:) )*
Slashdot Mirror
The Best was in "Gremlins" for Commodore 128
>FUCK YOU!
return> HOW UNCOUTH!
Will you come home with me?
I can grill a good steak...
*BSD is dying.
"1 funny if I hadn't lost my mod rights in "the big fiasco" (i'm sure everyone knows what that one is)."
I dont know. I'm curious as to what it was.
Fr0st p1st
Penis?
Vagina?
or
Anus?
YOU DECIDE!
And there was 17 before you I'm sure. So always remember that.
Your sorry AC ass has done little to fade to my love for her. When someone like you pops up I read this for strength.
How do I love my lady's anus? Let me count the ways.
Have you seen her? Have you seen my beautiful lady and her anus? Unless you are an ex-boyfriend, her proctologist, or an art student in that class she modeled for, you probably have not have glimpsed the fairest orifice on God's green Earth. For this, you have my deepest sympathies.
I would put my lady's anus up against any of the legendary anuses of the past: Helen of Troy, Joan of Arc, Marie Curie, Eleanor Roosevelt. Even Cleopatra, who, according to legend, had a team of eunuchs apply balms and liniments with silken cloths to keep her anus and inner rectum immaculate, could not stand up to my lady. (My lady needs no such fripperies to be beautiful... though I do not hesitate to lavish them on her.) Lovely as Cleopatra's anus may have been, compared to my lady's, hers is a pustulent, lesion-ravaged hole.
My lady does not like me to go on and on about her anus, but how can I resist? When I look into that one brown eye, it's like gazing into a deep, untouched lake. Sometimes, it's as if I'm gazing through a taut, puckered window into her very soul, placing myself in danger of being hypnotized by the swirls of her rectum. Her anus is like a vessel I can't seem to fill with enough love, no matter how hard I try. I am not what one would call a holy man, but when I am gently kissing my lady's fragrant anus, I am convinced that there must be a higher power out there who made this sacred aperture.
As I am very protective of my lady's anus, few have seen it. Nevertheless, I am fond of waxing rhapsodic on its beauty. This can be difficult, though, for how does one describe the beauty of a Tuscan moon? How does one tell of the glory of the cosmos? Shakespeare would have written sonnets about it. Beethoven would have discarded his "Ode To Joy" in favor of "Ode To My Lady's Anus." And Raphael would have tried--and failed--to render its essence in oils. Lo, prodigious as these immortals' artistic gifts were, my lady's anus would have proven too elusive a muse for any of them to capture.
Yes, my lady's anus is a sight to behold. But it is not just a question of looks. For all its aesthetic loveliness, the greatest thing about my lady's anus is its personality. Sometimes silly, sometimes sad; sometimes dilated, sometimes clenched, it reveals a new wrinkle every time we meet.
Whether I see it reflected in candlelight during a romantic dinner or after it has just awaken from a night's slumber, my lady's anus is still as lovely to me as the first time I saw it. My friends say I won't feel the same way about it when it's 60. I disagree. It may lose that youthful glow, but this is the kind of anus that will only ripen with age. As further assurance, I once caught a glimpse of my lady's mother's anus and, as we all know, the apple does not fall far from the tree.
People say I'm spoiling my lady's anus by buying imported, hand-woven silk toilet paper. But do you polish a diamond with sandpaper? Do you restore the Mona Lisa with a hammer? My lady's anus deserves ruby and emerald enemas. Swabs of cotton soaked in the finest champagne. Anything less would be woefully inadequate for an orifice of such sublime beauty.
And don't even get me started on her perineum.
I first met "Jenny" when I was out windsurfing one Saturday. No, she wasn't lying on the beach "catching rays", she was out on the waves like me! Jenny is as much of a windsurfing fanantic as I am, and she likes nothing better than to spend a whole day out flyin' over the water. I talked to her that afternoon, and asked her out. After a few dates, I began seriously falling for her. She has blonde hair, green eyes, a cute sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and a great bod! Jenny is smart, funny, genuinely kindhearted (she even likes my cooking! :-p), and a great windsurfer. When I'm with her, I feel smarter, funnier, and I want to be kind to everybody. And I know this sounds corny, but we do have real conversations about things that matter to us - I can't tell you how precious that is in a relationship. I'm really insanely happy, except for one problem.
:-/). Sorry to put you all on the spot like this, but I really don't know what to do. I've been obsessing so much over Jenny's anus that I'm starting to become distracted at work. If this one thing is so much of a problem for me, should I just break up with her? Or should I try to come to terms with the anus? Please help! Any and all advice will be greatly appreciated. Thanks! -XDFGF
The problem is she has this bulging, distended anus. I don't know if all her ex-boyfriends used to do anal sex with her, or if it was just one guy with a really big dick, or if she was into "fisting", or what (I haven't yet gotten up the nerve to ask). I barely even noticed any of my ex-girfreinds' assholes (God, that sounds so weird), but with Jenny, it's like a bulging knob a couple of inches across. I mean, it's not as if she has incontinence problems or anything, but it's really disconcerting to see this gaping, caulifowered bunghole staring out at me whenever we're showering together and she bends over to pick up the shampoo (and forget about making love "doggy style"
yes
Penis?
Vagina?
or
Anus?
YOU DECIDE!
I like you cause you are dumb and you smell pretty.
Will you come home with me?
"On the contrary, many Street Fighter players aren't geeks. The most obvious example are the gangsta players (playas?). I'm sure there are at least a few geeks on slashdot who've been on the receiving end of gangsta violence after beating them at the game 3 times in a row."
Gangstas = Dweebs and/or losers
Skateboarder = spaz
Mallrat = poser
Anybody who was on the receiving end of a beating from DJ jazzy Trevor thats hangin wit' da g'z down at da Muddafuckin Mall probably deserved it.
Jesus christ. If your a geek wear a trenchcoat or something, and then when your parents send you to a therapist tell her its all their fault. When I was in High School anyone who pulled this hip-hop mentality shit would get knocked the fuck out.
Not flaming the poster. Just geekdom and nerds alike for not fighting back.
Vagina?
or
Penis?
YOU DECIDE!
Well they got him up there first by simply not giving a shit if he survived.
If he died no one would hear about it. If he survived it he would be the nations greatest hero.
Lets not forget the great Joe Liberman (i don't care to check the spelling on that) is a democrat. That guy is HELLBENT on censoring most of the media that you can get. Video games, Music, and movies. Its all equally deserving of black markers and tape that says "censored".
Personally his thoughts on this shit and Gore's raw stupidity prevented me for voting for my parties candidate. I was Nader all the way.
Windows users who aren't using junkbuster or some other ad filter can put the following in their hosts (xp: c:\windows\system32\drivers\etc\hosts)
:)
127.0.0.1 images.slashdot.org/cgi-bin
to disable the big ugly ads
Thanks to JonnyThan.
Maybe they'll link all the 7-11s to this and we'll get some benefit from it.
:)
O BTW wind0ze users:
Windows users who aren't using junkbuster or some other ad filter can put the following in their hosts (xp: c:\windows\system32\drivers\etc\hosts)
127.0.0.1 images.slashdot.org/cgi-bin
to disable the big ugly ads
Thanks to JonnyThan.
Helping keep slashdot beautiful.
"This f*cking article was up on the Reg® on the f*cking 27th of February!"
You misspelled "fucking" twice and "fuck" once.
As you approach the water's edge, the smell is clearly the first thing you notice. Best described as reminding one of a recently emptied fish tank...algae and marine wildlife digestive waste abound.
If you look quickly, you'll see the ripples in the water where the more aggressive young trolls have just retreated..waiting..anxious. You only need to step a few meters out into the muck before the larger ones nip at your feet and toes. These are SlashDot Swamp Trolls, and they are waiting for any prey to fall into their domain.
Mr. Mayor I would like to thank you for inspiring me to start tr0lling again.
Had it not been for you I probably would not have started my old passion.
Thank you.
PENIS FOR ALL!
Golly
Sorry to have to post this Anonymously instead of using my regular account, but as you will see my problem is pretty embarrassing. I first met "Jenny" when I was out windsurfing one Saturday. No, she wasn't lying on the beach "catching rays", she was out on the waves like me! Jenny is as much of a windsurfing fanantic as I am, and she likes nothing better than to spend a whole day out flyin' over the water. I talked to her that afternoon, and asked her out. After a few dates, I began seriously falling for her. She has blonde hair, green eyes, a cute sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and a great bod! Jenny is smart, funny, genuinely kindhearted (she even likes my cooking! :-p), and a great windsurfer. When I'm with her, I feel smarter, funnier, and I want to be kind to everybody. And I know this sounds corny, but we do have real conversations about things that matter to us - I can't tell you how precious that is in a relationship. I'm really insanely happy, except for one problem.
:-/). Sorry to put you all on the spot like this, but I really don't know what to do. I've been obsessing so much over Jenny's anus that I'm starting to become distracted at work. If this one thing is so much of a problem for me, should I just break up with her? Or should I try to come to terms with the anus? Please help! Any and all advice will be greatly appreciated. Thanks! -G.F.
The problem is she has this bulging, distended anus. I don't know if all her ex-boyfriends used to do anal sex with her, or if it was just one guy with a really big dick, or if she was into "fisting", or what (I haven't yet gotten up the nerve to ask). I barely even noticed any of my ex-girfreinds' assholes (God, that sounds so weird), but with Jenny, it's like a bulging knob a couple of inches across. I mean, it's not as if she has incontinence problems or anything, but it's really disconcerting to see this gaping, caulifowered bunghole staring out at me whenever we're showering together and she bends over to pick up the shampoo (and forget about making love "doggy style"
This is a great troll. It should be added to the troll library. Alan_Thicke needs some competition.
Now if this isn't a troll I'd have to say this cunt is A rEaL fAt AsS! This kind of female (the term woman is kind when discussing sea beasts. Use gender only) is probably the kind that sits at home on a friday night with a whole bag of hershey's kisses and watches that shitty fucking stand up on Comedy Central. I would expect about 3 minature poodles that have off-white fur from wallowing in their own filth running around and pissing on the empty birdcage in the corner.
The concept of a "boyfriend" often refers to a dildo that has a name written down the side.
Shame really. Chubby chasers pay top dollar for "pig fucks" like this. I know I could trick her pussy out for no less than $30.
Have fun.
HoLy ShIt I bEt YoU'rE a GrEaT bIg FaT aSs!
you fucking ig-moe
*Almost everything in my house is on wheels. Got some there awhile back I think, good place for nice solid METAL wheels. (those cheap ass plastic ones you buy new are not worth shit. At all. They will break on you in a second. I am talking about the roundish spherical ones, the cylinder ones are of course going to be made out of plastic. :) )*
HOLY SHIT YOU MUST BE A GREAT BIG FAT ASS!