Hey, I have had enough of this shit! I wanna kill you! You fuckers think you are really special posting all of this shit, huh?! I'm gonna pummel you with my fists of fury!! You fuckin' unemployed virgins! If I knew where you live I would probaly get down on my knees and clean out your asshole with my tongue. Then make sweet love to your wonderful cock and balls! Thank you. May god bless you with a massive hard-on.
If only erica would finally listen to reason. She would understand that she doesn't need to do that anymore. It's dirty, it's beneath her and every time she does it, it takes part of her soul that she can't get back. I got her a good job at the laundromaut. Two weeks is all it took and she left and fell back to her evil ways. I'm at the end of my rope. I don't know what else to do. I've spent so much time crying, I don't think I could possibly have many tears left. How could you do this to her? HOW COULD YOU! It makes me angry when I think of how you lied to us and we believed it. We all went with what you said like sheep to the slaughterhouse. I have wept for your soul and her's with no time for weeping for my own. There only so much one man can do but I believe I have the strength to do one last thing and that is too bring you to justice, sir.
Hey, I'd like a dog to suck MY BALLS for a change. Sometimes I just feel used by the canine community here in San Jacinto for their own perverted needs. I'm just so unappreciated. I bet if I just stopped coming to the alley and servicing them all day they would miss me. It just really get's me down. It's so much of a drag, dude.
Lientz was bad. I spanked him. He was bad so I took him over my knee, a 43 year old man, and I spanked him until he could stand no more. I did not enjoy it. 'Twas for his own good. A path to self-destruction he was headed on. I shall spank him in the future if the need arises again. 'Tis the only way.
Oh, trotsky was my favorite commie, yes he was! Singing songs to praise the mudderland and the hammer and sickle. Drinking milk and popping and young lasses cherry! Old man trostky, was my favorite commie, yes he was!
Yeah, I heard about these! I was gonna build one but I got high and killed my dog and then had sex with corpse! Woo! I'll tell was that a weird feeling when I woke up the next morning!
This was the turn of the century. Location, Ellis Island, New York. Sadie had come from the old country seeking a husband and a fortune. She had used her only talents, her mouth, hand (weaving accident, don't ask) and tight ass to pay for the fair. Now some fascist with a pencil thin mustache was telling her she would have to go back, she had trachoma. Sadie begged and pleaded and offered herself to fascist. It was to no avail, he was a queer as a texan. Yep, texan queers, so queer vaginas, breasts and women are totally blocked from there concious mind. Oh, fuck this is boring.
Gives a new meaning to that all too popular catch "you really let the air out of my balloon." when someone can't connect a cellphone call!
Ha Ha! mod this up fockers! +1 Assbait
Factor in losing all that equipment and have to buy more just for 24 hours of coverage sounds like a pain when most of the areas that probaly need coverage already are.
Several elves of the line of Urathror had come visiting the lands of Haspensia looking to trade spices from the upper plains for cloth. Finding the village burned to the ground and the bodies of the town elders hanging from the boughs of trees the elves hightailed it out of their. Resting only when the village was nothing but a dim blotch on the horizon the elves took rest and supped soon after commencing butt love.
My parents are dead and my aunt susie is a drunk. Sometime she goes downtown and shows men walking with their families her underwear and then she falls down laughing. Sometimes I get angry and hit a dog with a stick.
I walked down to the Walgreens on the corner hoping hoping to catch Angela before she had left work and gone home. Before I was about to walk in the door I glanced at the young man sitting on a bicycle in front of the store smoking a cigarette by the newspaper dispensers, amazingly it happened to be Curt Cobain. I took a few tentative steps towards him and than a thought hit me. It was a big thought, one of those that blocks everything else going on around you. It was one of those thoughts that made me have to think about how to walk again.
Had Curt Cobain ever driven a car? Did he have any need for drivers license at all? My mental powers were taxed as I was seemingly unable to comprehend him ever having to drive an automobile of any kind. By this time my external senses had returned to me and Curt was leaving his forearms on the bicycle handle staring at me with his cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth a small wisps of smoke escaping his lips.
I stared back at him concious of only his probing eyes and my my arms and hands that were tnsed and hanging straight down the side of my body with sweat dripping off them. A moment passed and not knowing what to say I hurried into the Walgreens to find out Anglea had left early due to a canker sore inflammation. I dreaded facing Curt again so I wandered to a stall in the bathroom and read the etchings in the stall door. I wasn't sure how long I waited but finally I forced myself to leave to see if he was still there. I went outside to find that evening had settled in, I was flabbergasted, it had been at least three hours before sunset when I had arrived at the Walgreens, I hadn't been their that long. I saw him, I saw his unmistable features in the orangish glow of a street lamp as hew walked into the pet store across the street. Looking both ways I ran to the pet store and through open the door. He was behind the counter putting on a white clerks smock and putting out his cigarette in an ash tray. His eyes leveled at me as he turned around. "You want the goldfish in the tank with the orange sea diver." My mouth was dry I, I couldn't sat a thing. Curt lit another cigarette and picked up a plastic bag and a small net. Going to the tank he flipped up the lid, scooped up the fish, and slammed the lid back down on the tank in a few effortless motions. He walked towards me and gave me the plastic bag. "Soone you'll know what to do with this. It will be the beginning of your freedom." I sat their transfixed staring at him while he stared back at me for what must have been 30 seconds or even a minute, I wasn't sure. He took one last drag on the cigarette and crushed under his shoe and he was gone in a flash of blue light. I stared at the spot where he had been, the only thing left a smoldering piece of tobacco. I walked out the store and went home.
I met this man once and he lured me into his "workshop" under the guise of "perusing" some of his project. I found out they were all fakes and he violated my virgin bum!
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Hey, I have had enough of this shit! I wanna kill you! You fuckers think you are really special posting all of this shit, huh?! I'm gonna pummel you with my fists of fury!! You fuckin' unemployed virgins! If I knew where you live I would probaly get down on my knees and clean out your asshole with my tongue. Then make sweet love to your wonderful cock and balls! Thank you. May god bless you with a massive hard-on.
If only erica would finally listen to reason. She would understand that she doesn't need to do that anymore. It's dirty, it's beneath her and every time she does it, it takes part of her soul that she can't get back. I got her a good job at the laundromaut. Two weeks is all it took and she left and fell back to her evil ways. I'm at the end of my rope. I don't know what else to do. I've spent so much time crying, I don't think I could possibly have many tears left. How could you do this to her? HOW COULD YOU! It makes me angry when I think of how you lied to us and we believed it. We all went with what you said like sheep to the slaughterhouse. I have wept for your soul and her's with no time for weeping for my own. There only so much one man can do but I believe I have the strength to do one last thing and that is too bring you to justice, sir.
Hey, I'd like a dog to suck MY BALLS for a change. Sometimes I just feel used by the canine community here in San Jacinto for their own perverted needs. I'm just so unappreciated. I bet if I just stopped coming to the alley and servicing them all day they would miss me. It just really get's me down. It's so much of a drag, dude.
Lientz was bad. I spanked him. He was bad so I took him over my knee, a 43 year old man, and I spanked him until he could stand no more. I did not enjoy it. 'Twas for his own good. A path to self-destruction he was headed on. I shall spank him in the future if the need arises again. 'Tis the only way.
Oh, trotsky was my favorite commie, yes he was! Singing songs to praise the mudderland and the hammer and sickle. Drinking milk and popping and young lasses cherry! Old man trostky, was my favorite commie, yes he was!
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Yeah, I heard about these! I was gonna build one but I got high and killed my dog and then had sex with corpse! Woo! I'll tell was that a weird feeling when I woke up the next morning!
This was the turn of the century. Location, Ellis Island, New York. Sadie had come from the old country seeking a husband and a fortune. She had used her only talents, her mouth, hand (weaving accident, don't ask) and tight ass to pay for the fair. Now some fascist with a pencil thin mustache was telling her she would have to go back, she had trachoma. Sadie begged and pleaded and offered herself to fascist. It was to no avail, he was a queer as a texan. Yep, texan queers, so queer vaginas, breasts and women are totally blocked from there concious mind. Oh, fuck this is boring.
Gives a new meaning to that all too popular catch "you really let the air out of my balloon." when someone can't connect a cellphone call! Ha Ha! mod this up fockers! +1 Assbait
Factor in losing all that equipment and have to buy more just for 24 hours of coverage sounds like a pain when most of the areas that probaly need coverage already are.
and I also solve mysteries of the murderous nature!
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I swear the cheaper it is to make films and music for mass consumption the amount of crap out there will rise proportionately.
Mod this up fockers! This is genius stuff! Pure motherfuckin' gold, y'all!!
where after three hours of use we find out it's really about a guy (Linus) whose trying to make a huge comic book????
I use a grapefruit as my girlfriend. Heat it up in the microwave for twenty seconds for added reality.
Several elves of the line of Urathror had come visiting the lands of Haspensia looking to trade spices from the upper plains for cloth. Finding the village burned to the ground and the bodies of the town elders hanging from the boughs of trees the elves hightailed it out of their. Resting only when the village was nothing but a dim blotch on the horizon the elves took rest and supped soon after commencing butt love.
My parents are dead and my aunt susie is a drunk. Sometime she goes downtown and shows men walking with their families her underwear and then she falls down laughing. Sometimes I get angry and hit a dog with a stick.
I walked down to the Walgreens on the corner hoping hoping to catch Angela before she had left work and gone home. Before I was about to walk in the door I glanced at the young man sitting on a bicycle in front of the store smoking a cigarette by the newspaper dispensers, amazingly it happened to be Curt Cobain. I took a few tentative steps towards him and than a thought hit me. It was a big thought, one of those that blocks everything else going on around you. It was one of those thoughts that made me have to think about how to walk again. Had Curt Cobain ever driven a car? Did he have any need for drivers license at all? My mental powers were taxed as I was seemingly unable to comprehend him ever having to drive an automobile of any kind. By this time my external senses had returned to me and Curt was leaving his forearms on the bicycle handle staring at me with his cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth a small wisps of smoke escaping his lips. I stared back at him concious of only his probing eyes and my my arms and hands that were tnsed and hanging straight down the side of my body with sweat dripping off them. A moment passed and not knowing what to say I hurried into the Walgreens to find out Anglea had left early due to a canker sore inflammation. I dreaded facing Curt again so I wandered to a stall in the bathroom and read the etchings in the stall door. I wasn't sure how long I waited but finally I forced myself to leave to see if he was still there. I went outside to find that evening had settled in, I was flabbergasted, it had been at least three hours before sunset when I had arrived at the Walgreens, I hadn't been their that long. I saw him, I saw his unmistable features in the orangish glow of a street lamp as hew walked into the pet store across the street. Looking both ways I ran to the pet store and through open the door. He was behind the counter putting on a white clerks smock and putting out his cigarette in an ash tray. His eyes leveled at me as he turned around. "You want the goldfish in the tank with the orange sea diver." My mouth was dry I, I couldn't sat a thing. Curt lit another cigarette and picked up a plastic bag and a small net. Going to the tank he flipped up the lid, scooped up the fish, and slammed the lid back down on the tank in a few effortless motions. He walked towards me and gave me the plastic bag. "Soone you'll know what to do with this. It will be the beginning of your freedom." I sat their transfixed staring at him while he stared back at me for what must have been 30 seconds or even a minute, I wasn't sure. He took one last drag on the cigarette and crushed under his shoe and he was gone in a flash of blue light. I stared at the spot where he had been, the only thing left a smoldering piece of tobacco. I walked out the store and went home.
it's not the first posy! huzzah, for me! That's two in a row!
probaby, but wood chafes...
Yes, that's me. You can see him holding my fake legs apart in the picture!
I met this man once and he lured me into his "workshop" under the guise of "perusing" some of his project. I found out they were all fakes and he violated my virgin bum!
It's people like this who will lead us in rebuilding after the coming revolution!