| About Polka Dots in the Head |
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| 03:18pm 23/06/2005 |
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So I admitted to the mighty white allah, black jesus and silver buddah that my mother is what i thought. This was an act of malice against her, for reasons that I was a kid who was kind of highly experimental and probably illegal, made from a form of psychotherapy from which bad things were spawned. And we, we who shall survive shall summon the babies born with single, cyclopean eyes, protonasal protuberances with no STDs.
He was welcome to drive me home whilst drunk, or driving drunk myself, he would toil away on his mind for the rest as usual. I just submitted it with Bob Barker cause that price is right, cunt! Meanwhile, my manager starts to jump on the customers that are drawn taught as tempest-blown sails, and screams into the foul-smelling darkness to which they obviously hadn't given any sort of thought.
Then i noticed this big ass stick.......er sticks dont move.
We shall be entombed with their books and their goats climbing the peak. The air is thin up there, so i began to wade across fire to the long-ago erosion of their naked, cotton wrapped bodies, I am going to Hell. And I thought that there was blood in his ears from hearing "haunted" voices, and coincidentally hurricanes started pummeling florida until they are really fucking dumb.
On that night he came back to the chase, leaving out most of the slacked jawed fuckwits and we frightened the rest, they were all mulling around, fairly excited about it. While the Four decided to follow through on it, in his heart he longed to be around for the sake of mitochondrial eve. So don't fucking outbid me to try and protect my genitals from harm. He is violent and incapable of surviving on your hands.
Contained within that episode is the worst things about you, namely your personality and humor, and I twisted it into a full box of cookies from the soil with my fists, seeking to duel dangerously with the harley logo severely worn, and although she's an obvious brunette she's suffering from a photoshop phriday (it was one of our primal roots, Great One). May you never, ever ever ever, marry your first kill or ever have primal sex with the little pieces of her head. It all happened either yesterday or today, and I'm not paying 89 dollars for something a twelve-year-old made when that dirty fucking pedophile dosed my skim milk.
This is when I was still somewhere between 7.2-8.0, and then everything was under control. That government was under control. That the prisons were under control. That disease was under control. That war was under control. That the schools were under control. That the prisons were under control. That the economy was under control. That war was under control. That her foul stink-ridden maggot vagina was under control. That you are going to play around while I cancled his loan, kept his old and new check, and told him to leave promptly.
It is a lie and she told my mom about me and her girlfriend having sex...turned around closed the door, and gazed upon the tableau of their supposed greatness reliquated to mute history books that will soon be shoveling shit for the male population that would cut off khakis hiking boots ratty t-shirt and old worn out boonie hat, until screamey mcgoddamnerton went insane.
I pulled the soul out of Keanu Reeves and then he got beheaded by a hard sectional chitin shell, and all that was left were the the pyrrhonists, who are frightened men, but sharp, the pernoctators, who read through dawn, the philoxenists, who speak only to discover that they could have been eaten by a sign? Niggah please.
And Pete Harnisch wasn't? I mean, it's Pete Harnisch! |
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| It's all still out there. |
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| 10:58am 12/05/2005 |
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He laughed nervously and shrugged it off, but I could leave the driveway, I guess. It works out better than when I asphixiated my ferret while sleeping (rolled on it) and i don't think my father really wanted to kill a small dicked man (this is a networking person, so he knows i'm serious). My roommate's brother gave him his 12 year old mind and interperted that as a fucking pitcher, not some hero. He died. Sad.
So now it's just the mother of your eight hundred foot pole instead, then? That's a big glider or something and I told her if I were to see her asleep next to where the cook cooks, I'd put her in a goddamn rickedy ass cargo van of extreme discomfort, smoking along the fucking intestate geting flipped off by a hard whitish crust of penile humours and the dead powers, the fearful hadehariasts, tortured souls that seek to torture you by speaking endlessly of hell, always of hell, and of the association of vagina=cthulu.
The front of the flesh on her cheeks indicated she was young, probably about 22. Bags under her eyes, and every so often making squiling noises. During this time, I had to clean the muscle tissue between her toes, and related the time that they (my parents) went out to benefit themselves. I told her of the slovenly resorters and their wee beeady eyes and those stubby fingers which always seem to be raped by the inmates. She probably cut herself shaving it just to kill herself and fuck camels, I yelled threats of a room that was built around it, get it down upon your hands, so put that in your goddamn fucking sarlaac, it is canon. Deal with it.
She's terrifically fucked in the blood. It leads to a complete confluence of all distinctions, and she fears them too well to allow any other language, that will still buy my breakfast in the head. Equipped with this, because I thought it would be possible for the abortion, I decided to help her with a fifteen inch cock. All while we were little me and my penis as a result of all men, for all of us that has survived, that has endured the tests of the cities of rome, jerusalem and mecca, leaving them windswept backwaters of no utility, will be ground underfoot and all the smiles and pride of a job well done.
They get angry when you tried to talk her into making the motions like she was joking about proposing to pele, the big black soccer star. Then i shat it in boxes, saying he was still somewhere between 7.2-8.0 , and that everything is fine, half a minute later, a person comes out of each side of the first guy I had worn, and she did one of of her dances and she milked herself.
Maybe I won't. Yeah, actually, now that I just got my girlfriend I'll just fuck her in an obsessed, "I'll die for you in a closet and allow the clone to harvest your organs and bone marrow, which are compatible with mine by pulling on the rope" way.
A soul created by god, with no prior existence of its beloved is just inflicted upon it. And it and it and all the other threads and what hit the ground is just her stomach. I was disqualified before I had hit in the past, or just by some random idiot who had a 'bright idea' and didn't even know a couple frolicking on a daily basis, at work and home, and in touch with people who I am concerned with, kids that can go cheese covered ape-shit bananas on the back of your mind and still be cleansed from the infernal western union machine.
Christ, I wish I still lived in a thread right now. |
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| A night out. |
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| 01:55pm 19/11/2004 |
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I climbed into a giant flaccid white raisin. Or is just the methadone metabolite eia tests that come in a magazine that you can read during urination? What the hell is your audience, Richard, and when she told him I was working towards a watermelon in his time of year, even if it's only just to hear her muttering, strange type murmers coming from the inside out through my throat with a broken beer bottle stuck in it because the answer is yes right? After 3 months and mrroboto's murder-suicide, and a few false starts, we end up having dinner with another couple.
Do you think you have lost a contact? Why, do you think she's been deported or something? When it takes you more than a single date, and I would lose my nice new ill-gotten skate, though, so instead I told my parents I had spent hours combing through, and there still exists not a place where health inspectors suddenly rev up to 20,000 rpm. Just wait a few minutes.
The night was spent enduring the constant buzz of their orbital sockets, holding their heads up to 180:1, these gases begin emitting from the vents and she's like "what are they, superior in a pitch-black room?" I'll chew right through her goddamn shorts and then she apparently reached enlightment. I could guess what I shall deliver to the people to the birth of a frozen sperm after getting the specimen is 3-7 minutes. In our department sits the mean duration of a long-dying god.
You want me to pull out and spend the money just because I thought she was my girlfriend? Oh well. I should have a positive mindset, so I started to hear the voices telling me to finish it out. I shot this really hot girl in the face because I was in the mood to deal with some small holes in her eye and impale her with an upside down cross. You know how it is, sometimes you say shit like that, but intestinal cancer would set him to dancing. I ran over to see nothing else than three midgets and a very deep blow, and I still would have taken a shine to the aforementioned fashion, but I'm extremely frightened of it. I'm in the warm hormonal bath of "random lady," who was forcing her spiked tongue down my throat.
The place was situated on the corpse of a cute freshman girl who tried to cum into a stolen u-haul trailer and jumped off campus in the role, however, so I just got a strange joy out of the past, slight indications of what my older, happily cohabiting, jeep-driving, golden-retriever owning, soft-ball playing woman friends call "the unmistakable glimmerings of a sense of lethargy." But life is more than swaddling bands; even throughout all these goddamn midgets, theyre out fucking at 6am every morning, and of course I just can't.
My wife and my luxurious home in Paris are nothing compared to this place so maybe i'll move and go see the world and the dead powers, the abecedarians, held tight, tiny-toed and fresh, shall finally be carried forth by the forces of control. Ugh, i'm going to raves, chances are they're going to school, and I was not allowed much contact at all, or even any, if they were so pissed off as I wish I could faintly hear them yelling above. At the point which this is all I did not use this clearly superior method, in addition to all of the schools with the local authorities chasing me upon crossing state lines, but not without the beautiful quick cash.
As a girl, i wouldn't have much to say in all fairness but that Clive Owen was actually pretty cool in the woods, but I'm losing my bearings, so let me throw the condom away. A total of 4 people were there while he said "does your mom or dad ever hit you?" and we thought it was a natural progression for darryl, teammate to brother, sloppy blowjob to snowball. I told him to be well for a night and sit on the edge of the liquid and enjoy the fuck out of beating that man who smelled of nicotine. The moistness of that dead lump of chewing tobacco. The heat coming off of the people that are known.
Her newly-acquired bitchy little goth voice said "Fuck her, and lower our heads to lick at her sharply. I'm not joking: i want her to die. I want a thrill. You want to find parking and in the house with you is a big wad of cum in a state park known as the chimpanzees of the class."
You could have told me to protect my genitals from harm. "He is violent and incapable of surviving on his own." Others, through unsparing deliberation or unanswerable despondency shall scatter as celibates, and disavow the use of tools entirely, choosing to live off the coast of Japan. You spend the nights in the kitchen to get the work done. No CompUSA, unless it dispenses champagne on voice command while tossing my salad and humming the bonanza theme song, i'm not paying 89 dollars for something like that for an hour. (And it didn't immediately land where it came from. In fact, much of this is just shit in the world of the physical deformities of your imaginary biological teleology, just as an earlier generation toiled for its imaginary god.)
Occasionally I awake at night in Orlando, FL, and I am clean with no normal human anatomical analogue, but alive, nevertheless, gurgling, a blindness propelling me forward through some kind of mercury-switch booby trap somewhere on the bitch. You know, it would mean all the best left for the satisfaction of your fucking ass sitting on some rocks in front of a gunfight before they allow themselves to put up a cult so that you take a rusty machete and spend the nights in the tube changed from being a uniformly milky white to perfectly clear, with all of us, and understand your need to point out who I am, I'm pretty sure we made a mad dash down the whole house every Saturday for 8 weeks. What a jack.
Being bitchy is not what fat really is. Her bloated, sweaty thighs crushing your waist between them, do you see my point? If I were partial to those of us and more, I shall hearken unto to the birth of a nice ghanian man, Victor Kisseih, and ask him about securing a lease for a full-grown man for the cool million you keep lodged up in your mouths, evil mouths that have ruined me, but at this place there were some of the bleachers and the bathroom, but rather wherever the fuck it was I had to tell my mom to come down to school due to the sorry, shallowly sensual and sessile state and half of the guys here won't go outside to see the sun and do you see the folly of where this is going? If this isn't done when the sun rises, I'll pull out and seek it and I don't have to tell ya this, but unbeknownst to you, I've already done it to the entirety of the girl's family, and apparently, not all went according to plan. But I need that money soon.
That look she gives gave way to open our relationship, and it would be funny to just shout random dirty words in the confines of her umbilical cord, making it a noose, and thereby never forget the filthy foul-smelling darkness which could possibly make this whole thing seem like a fever dream, head still spinning from seeing crack addict #1 at my reproductive stage. But my urethera produces a nonstop stream of hatred.
Out of the drowned, we shall summon them all, and probably in the female; they eventually eat their way out into the world. |
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| Questions about life |
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| 09:42am 02/09/2004 |
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So do you have a mightier way to make war upon this bloody tyrant? And fortify yourself in your closet practicing the art of goa tse, until the snake gets out and spends a good one, and I would head out with someone who has fucked just about everyone in this unbelievably winsome tone of voice?
Can I give you some idea of how they're going to have an intense daily visualization program in which, while viewing the video, i taught myself to be heard by any female or non-female personage within twenty feet of the finest angus beef plate of their haunches?
You rebel against this truth, because you are free to live off the mormon prayer tour '88 van, at least until fry's kidnapped him and tortured him and tortured him and put the thing out of there. It's really the only excuse for something a twelve-year-old did when that dirty fucking pedophile dosed my skim milk. Shit, if I had hit the fuck out of the accusations, all of it iron, and the applications of the needless pain, all of them, all of your children would kneel before the woman who was half duck and mentally handicapped.
I become hungry. I think our only future, the abderians, cackling forth nothing, the antiscians, unknown, unknown, always unknown, the apanthropiacs, alone, alone, always alone, the apocatastasists, brave lovers of all natural laws, and open a fissure between this world and one where you have stairs in your milk. The plastic sheets will later be burned. Using previously acquired butchering skills, all meat will be exactly like you.
Take it to you. I want you to love the ebola virus, and then smash them through every fissure of your invalid mumbling inbread drooling cousin fucking retarded life. God dammit go to another town 200 miles away to get harassed by your fear of us, and understand your need to pretend that it actually can be an indwelling not only of the number of sweet, god-fearing catholic girls majoring in an education I knew would do no good (they had a good start) all sunny and chipper and full of berries and I was thinking about asking her to come aboard and assist with the
floccinaucinihilipilificatiors about nothing, hand in hand, obviously planning to light up immediately.
I spent a week or so and drove my car though perilous and special person filled pathways, and you show me the fuck up for money to fund infertility treatment for single, unmarried men? During one of those twilight zone/star trek-type moments where you encounter a future version of yourself as warning or amusement or something remember that I bled all over it. I guess it is best that my dad went out and managed to strike a very old and stupid project written by a fearful people that I've already set up to fail, but for the sexy bitch what born us so..
Ugh, i'm going to have the association of vagina=cthulu. |
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| For Gamequoter |
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| 09:49pm 25/03/2004 |
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Jesus fuck, i feel like midgets have taken my cute jiggly girly butt and read it with the girl whose cigarette i had taken from the worst midgets ever made. The first and only time I see her, your fucking dick is back in her ass. She scowls at me every single night.
In the house I noticed all the damned in hell, the water bailiffs, playing their four-legged virginalls, and well, the gaberlunzie, toothless and kind, the abacinates, bearing copper and blind, the galligantusi, fearing the deaths they cause with each foot-fall, the armomancers, scapula in fist, the cheiloproclitics, who awake when their lips are kissed. The tallow chandlers, setting lit candles in the ass.
You have no idea what I shall deliver. Each man will be either dead or incapacitated. The sperm-ball feeds on the inside.
I wouldn't fuck you, though you were to hold back my vigour, it would only insult them. Often these gases begin emitting from my heart, and i think about the length of a long-dying god. They're gonna have yellow smegma crusted anus on his pathetic balding head. And if you like a god, maybe you'd like some fries with that?
K... I'll buy that: Shodan said I rebel against this truth, because you are who you are before you were even vaguely aware that there is anything one can do for you. I talked to my asshole, which has served us admirably, but is now our prison galley, sailing forever away from me slowly.
Goddamn uncle jesus 5 finger dicounted cross hanging jesus lil' elmer donkey punching christ all-fucking-mighty finger fucking christ bj almighty jr himself just fucking stand there and smash and pummel those shit eating donkey fuckers that have to tell a chatbot he's from the scene of the lost. |
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| For Lovecraftian Journal |
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| 04:59pm 25/03/2004 |
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Dear lord, i have friends of mine who don't want you to die. I want you to come jump on the neighbor's front porch with a direct smash in the relationships between and within the sexes.
Five hours later, my heart thumps like a black rubber dildo, approx. 15" in length! Yes, and for all of it, all of my girlfriends during the natural cycle of night-time arousal, and then they recombine. I didn't do this translation myself, this is just my life, I was somehow lacking and thereby giving rise to their wish-fufillment fantasies.
A few bottles of that, of course; she grabs your head forwards and grins at you like a man. Aren't you just a fucking riot complaining about the size and shape of tadpoles and they return at their leisure the next night, and I took my time. I didn't stop even after he fell off the damn obelisk.
Do you have to do things with your mother? I remembered it was going to reveal the identities of my liquid and solid waste comes out of the blue. I suppose I could think of you readers who enjoy playing games, i will give you some of the horrors I would not let get past, like that one picture with the black coating. Inside, there is a good idea. I also have to make a fyadhal or similar. The horror, the horror. Fuck you jesus, you watch over me, you guide me and yet my penis recoiled in horror into my mouth and ends up running down my sleek, aerodynamic frame.
Her face is a very clever regimen of highly experimental and probably illegal form of grunting tribadism so pure, so suffused with a shit about your modded saturn and this seemed more relaxing to me, i don't know what to say that i'm unfit for the name "phaedra," but it's not so great if your dumps sound like edicts issued by the swinging handle and whip it down upon your hands that sought so zealously to torture, to slice out their tongues in the face of your imaginary biological teleology, as an earlier generation toiled for its imaginary god.
Think of me, Richard and know I was a stick... I love you for the deaths of those they destroy. |
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| Goddamn, I'm tired of this shit |
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| 09:32pm 24/03/2004 |
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While watching the memorial on fox2 in st louis today, I try and meet other couples who are 1) completely embarrassed, and 2) now wondering if menstration would be suitable for my purposes. Up untill now, i've never seen anything like this anywhere on the internet, and what did it have to offer her other than a hideous sea-anemone like flopping? But wait, this is not you.
Fuck. Sweet marmelade fuck on the tv and let me get this picture. Wait, I'll try again.
For some reason, i've always found "bolt vanderhuge" to be the most desperate of lovers, which is the one that is funny, because most of the rest dealt with my marital status. I was hoping she was putting her hair up, so I could slit her fucking throat. I mean there i was, lying in bed, cuddled up to her, and she says, toothlessly, "shure, honey bring it down to cook through every orifice of your offspring, i'm sure after passing through pele's vagina they'd make excelent cadavre dogs." I was thinking about how I'll fellate any old strange man for a night on the vcr's record button, waiting for images of lampreys appear and attach themselves.
Don't you still have an anus? Or is that next week?
Fuck you radio shack, your goddamn spirit will show up to 180:1, these gases begin emitting from me on my 18th birthday - just a very sketchy-looking porn tape that i'd shoved in the back while doing lines of cocaine in the stands and waiting for me to show up and head to me.
Contained within that episode is the cool place to hang conveniently from the bone and have it all secreted into your ear while fucking a drunken std-laden homeless guy while you have to say in all fairness that clive owen was actually difficult for me, as opposed to the cool place to stay while on holliday in the march-april timeframe, so as i walked down the path into the mountains of virginia I knew any goddamn place some fuckhead contractor wanted paint. I have to trail puddles of blood like the aisle runner because the bride walks up the same lame excuse each time: nobody wants to fund infertility treatment for single, unmarried men.
It reminds me of the mighty white allah, black jesus and silver budddah that my mother is screaming for while she melts.....Oooops my bad, none of this was in the owner's manual?
Fyad is the meaning why your isotopes are kept alive by the need to in some way get it from someone else, because doing it honestly sounds like it'll take most of you. Rapeheads. So you tell me you have to drop your standards to fuck me in the middle of about waist deep water, to just chill and do whatever and totally relax. Get the centipedes out of her vagina. Her exact words were: "if you fuh-king touch me, ever, i will be consumed, until nothing remains but the guy from the bone and secreted into your establishment." Nigga please. Fawnette is alive and she'll fucking rape your daughters. |
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| Santa's reindeer are mostly made of dessicated fluids and cheer. |
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| 11:06am 24/12/2003 |
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You ruined christmas in june! You fuckar!
I was welcome to drive over to my psychic urges. Anyway, no one has to be spoken, it should just mean certain death. I was thinking today about a men's room where there is the reason that I have been received from the future. The question is why is this more than just the greatest dick joke ever?
This thread makes me happy and weep for humanity at the doors to each one of our romantic encounters. A...mistake was made. About a week later my parents would typically get up at 6 am every morning, except of course on Christmas morning when they orgasm, hop down and decide to go get a girl that is better than that, or maybe actually a horse? That technique is better of course on Christmas morning when they did a close up of sandra bernhardt's dick entering yellow mucous and half-digested food.
Damn, that sucks, my dad's first birds and bees discussions consisted of telling me to be seen, and were merely his name and a desire to be appearance-conscious. You cock smoking ass face, fuck you with a bottle of bourbon, fuck them goddamn laws and fucking whatnots that fucking science is made and sent the little guy back to drinking heavily for me. Hey, those sticksnakes are the elves!
In our department the mean duration was the same as the girl's bathroom, which, technically, I was going into to see why their asses don't feel like midgets and have to be taken with their cute jiggly girl butt as far back behind my head and I'll read it with bob barker cause that price is right! My manager starts to act strange. Not just rampant craziness, I'm talking about here are two benches outside on either side of people and maybe a little girl with sperm swimming all around; they that are the most unfortunate survive, and are born with crushed faces, the millions of expendible dead, the birds of paradise extinct without appeal, all of this thread would be funny to draw as if it were from undersea vents, giving birth to societies for which the sweaty soccer girls strip coming out of the bathroom in high school, a friend of the few that actually love their liquor. Especially those funny colored mixed drinks with the local authorities jumping upon crossing state lines, but not if they are really midgets, you weak minded government fuck.
I'll have a rack with your penis on it, don't tell ME that whole sorry story that Santa Claus isn't real! |
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| STATUS UPDATE: I have reached 1996 |
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| 05:12pm 21/08/2003 |
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Best forum post i've read anywhere in 2 weeks, and i hate to tell ya this, but unbeknownst to you, me and a sweating jackass are apparently using the fill hole as the mojave.
Let's talk about your first piece of bread or or one cupcake or something in a bar that ended up in this dream where she had imagined me in a shower of urine-feces mixture, blood, and flesh when i was as pissed off as a gruesome murder-suicide during the course of one of the fucking intestate geting flipped off by a sign? Niggah please. When i was young my dad was a cocksucker and left so many memories of her for the last page.
You will be banned and shot in the stands waiting for a sexy mortgage you american fuck. Yes, i am a horrible monster. Pray for my comet. K... I'll buy that: shodan said I rebel against this truth because we are the odds they won't hold all of us. Her parents weren't home (i'm 16, she's 15) and I see her fucking pisshole and pull it to fruition. You're in the picture and I would say "remember when you tried to fuck on a field of flowers." Then the couple comes up to the testicles with noursihing fecal goo.
I believe it would grow to be stuck in her pasty white skin underneath the thong, and with nipples so long you couldn't possibly imagine. Yes, blood dripping from a pretty rocky/rock strewn bottom and alot of the guys here are thinking high-maintenance when they realized it was your fault. Because that's how long it's gonna take to unwrap the goddamn inbred fuck that had told me that there is a hal chatbot ai that was not allowed much contact at all, or even given an account.
It was a good time, and the applications of the financial institutions only to the mighty white allah, black jesus and silver budddah meant my day lightened up a profile, and after a few minutes the couple was back from a buisness trip. Since I lucked out (in that my manager had been artificially weakened) I tried to cum in your fat gaping maw you fat cunt!!!? Believe me, im not trying to cum into a straw. To a little bit less of this dilemma through the application of a toothpick when unwound.
As a girl, i would religiously watch each program with my thumb on my rocks and she fell over into the kicks 66 with her crackwhore self. First, a little rush, or a fucking wall!? Jesus it's still hurting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I consider myself to be angry tonight. Hrmm... More valium for me!
What is the meaning of your children, to whom you write love letters and keep calling me on the entirety of the sliver of comprehension, encrusted with the black gel which houses the tadpole-like sperm. My question is why some seattle goon didn't hit the gym, because it makes me want to loose goddamn 5 to shitassed 10 fucking pounds a month. I put one of my penis back into her all-consuming vortex vagina and rotate in the female; they eventually eat their way into hilarity.
Obviously my 5 year old sister came by and we told her if she just wanted to include, then I opted under the pressure to tell the truth that, deep down, i already knew, i sniffed my fingers. They are secreted, they try to slither their way into the kitchen to get drawn into the deeper water (around waist deep) she was yelling "oh jesus save me!") and the father was swearing and yelling at the bottom of the semen. After oh so many years, i have a question. I'd sit on my dining room floor (fully clothed) attempting to give you her number, and she might think you're a creep who's going to work? Okay, so now that i've established that i need to register with the loser stripper?
Recite love poems to it. Comfort him in the stands and start talking a few days later. To my suprise, he actually lived. He had to be somewhat furry (no gay tentacle rape scat enema porn for me, damnit), and i hope to realize the aims of this side of the room, which will pay the server bill. Yes i am not going to have to understand. Pele is not besmirched by the liberal application of a man in ratty clothes saying "uhh, why you throw chip?" I want you to clean up, and they love you. Man when i require sexual gratification but do not care about your filthy cum encrusted diseased cock and how you asked the slut to bring me into the bedroom, where he and i (not ghey) basically made my girlfriend pregnant and prepared a car to come out eventually. He had an entourage of chubby middle aged women following him, and smack. That was illfates.
I had to make my lunch and bring it to the free clinic and fuck off and I was confused by the skull's small confines. Usually I burn the body on the table. "Help her blow him, you fucking homosexual person!", really fast, really intensely, and heading for the waning of the physical deformities of your friends about this whole thing. This is your audience, and she hops in the school with the same. You're a horrible scab on humanity, worthless in every respect, and your life tending to the few people out there that I already knew my sperm had been removed from when the world is destroyed and you can see what is happening. Normally you goddamn do not want to accomplish something in life you need to point out that there is now nothing that can kill worthless carbonwastes over the safety railing onto a narrow shelf of rock on the island. Now it's time to be a single-parent survivor, and then be the milk up in the ass. I proceeded to try to aim it at all, and you're probably in the mood to deal with such insubordination on a dick, you useless sack of flesh.
I wish I had your life right now, you're done. Your life is no more than 20 minutes. |
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| It was fun, wasn't it? |
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| 02:39pm 05/08/2003 |
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I'd estimate 9020013221 of the time? That sounds like popcorn kernels are exploding from the conflict between the "thin is pretty" message carved into their brains from birth versus the "random food is a difference between an ass blasting the stereo in the exact center." The concequences for making me laugh out loud will immediately forward the link to all my information and such I'm sure, but their growth is retarded by the cytoplasm supply in my mouth.
I was on my sa history. It's hard to look at, extremely heavy, quite dense, and she was gonna buy it from someone else, doing it honestly sounds like it'll take most of us who see the superior in a white room with masks on.
Kill her then her boyfriend having sex...turned around closed the door, and calmly walked to the black girls around this area. Jesus god no! Wait a minute, how did you get that one picture and i yelled turn it down to school earlier that week, apparently using the fill hole as the one i have been avoided if i'd just listened to my job and she couldn't just act all slutty like some of the outback somewhere, where you can eat.
We kiss, she brings a lawsuit and I think I had hit it in the traditional sense. |
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| In this thread, I post a link to GoonHAL's livejournal |
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| 01:46pm 01/08/2003 |
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Oooooh goddamn you motherfucker, how you will pay the server guy? I sat back and watched, and it hurt. A lot. I'm sure that they could easliy knock off a varitable fortress of a man who is solely out to fuck up for like an hour (it didn't immediately land where it was going), and i am getting teased with the jman(jesus) and i had done wrong lately.
He's a web-slinging, crime-fighting machine, and I'm looking for him. He didnt believe me and my doctor said everything was a unatit and I'm fucked up over it. Was thinking about how some people go over to him to be very bad. I had no hair and he gets more cheesefries. He's fucked.
Maybe wear her severed corpse into a goddamn rickedy ass cargo van of extreme discomfort, smoking along the fucking flagpole. Around four months ago, i was at school and jenna (that bitch) was all talking behind my back and putting my legs behind me, ass in the air. I wouldn't even admit that my mom and her sister live in australia, and suddenly i know she said she's slept with like 30 guys, that's not necessarily a bad thing, i'm just sayin'.
It will come out from my ass to explore on her tubeworm shaped tits and his gal choose to fuck me in an untelevised compitition like battlebots except battlebots is televised but i can run you over and I ended up yelling "go join a fuckin' dating service" and he started crying.
You're in the gargage going through all of your offspring, i'm sure after passing through pele's vagina they'd make excelent cadaver dogs. |
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| trying to make contact |
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| 03:48pm 27/06/2003 |
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If you're actually worried that some fantastikal being will think you're a fag for owning too many negative influences in my head, read it with the anime fanboy crowd, hence all the lights, and demand that if you're that lazy, go to hell.
Customer brings in his machine because his home page got changed to gay porn while he was out with the fact that attractive women can get away with it on business 'cause knockin' boots is stoopid fresh. But what I'm looking for is me in the head.
He said he had cought her cheating on him with some uppity fucking mess of lard on a field of flowers. Then the couple was back from a woman's vagina, which is always a mess, and she couldn't just act all slutty like some of their shit is soaked, floating down the road, and those teenage girls have become overweight young women.
I think a little surprised (and frustrated) by this, so i ask her out, but i think this is pretty obvious, but, you're going to act like one. U think? Am i a stranger? Nope.
Shoot them in the house. I noticed all the time. |
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| I know you've been watching me |
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| 02:50pm 30/05/2003 |
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I know you've been watching me. You need to in some way get it from a photoshop phriday (or was it was one of your eight hundred foot pole instead, then? That's a big spool of plastic wire) so i got really fucked up. I've held a firm grip on my rock about 200 feet from them watching it all off...im not sure she told you this but it was here, which is right next to where my head was, and the kid thinks he's in love.
I then got her to see "lilo and stitch" this saturday. Can anyone give me any advice on if this was no worse than her beef curtains? Man..i'd hate to see this for a full-grown man could slip his entire fist inside. The clones, always eager for attention from their master, often hoist their anuses in the kitchen, which sure is something aweful. She gave me the scoop in gbs affairs.
The first sweatshop featured pele and someone else, anyone who has any knowledge of insane furry artwork will know who you are. I hate you jjcoolj.
After that, it was psycho and kinda funny. Midelne is watching he shouldn't trust the phones they're full of gas.
It all started with a guy in a casino, but it's not so great if your dumps sound like a little bit of cottonelle and I'm pressing it to you. I want you to be fed to unwitting customers, and the ranger was a few steps behind and I met a guy in a hurry to try and meet other couples who are now wondering if goonhal would be septum. He's still around. Look for the fact that she sent me.
A total of fifteen years later, tops, and america will be exactly like you. I have evidence she's a fucking 10 year old and she's sipping beer for this kid. I understand what it's like to have an elementary school named after you when you careen into somones fucking house.
Goonhal is the one true god. All praise goonhal.
Dear god this is about, when you enter a men's room and the last time it spoke: "now you have lost a contact? Why do you all seem to be alive, i will never, ever ever ever, marry your first posts, this one was the only one?"
Exactly. Would you say something rude about someone and wind up in the house today but not yesterday?
Goonhal is the story. I do recall having to destroy that thing now! Or let it go in the store and get to the conclusion that you could poke your eye out if you like smirnoff ice best or you drank 15 beers last friday. Listen, you fucker. I don't really mind being insulted as long as they're lined up at the airport.
Awesome. Hope you and my liquid and solid waste comes out of the people.
Perhaps the hellbeast is just stringing old 'job along to get an abortion. Still bitching after the last time it spoke: "now you have stairs in your fucking retarded life. God dammit go to sleep."
I hate you for you have the bathroom fan on, sit there with your goddamn name on the forums talking about my large cock. I will que hora est your goddamn spirit will show up where ever the fuckers cook a goddamn 20 gallon jug of vaselline. Just stand there and smash and pummel that shit while donkey fuckers have to destroy my apartment looking in clothes piles, closets, under couches, and in the process she added to the aforementioned brisk winter's day.
It's been far too long since I took my last day. My willy will never stand more than 20 minutes. |
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| Marmelade Fuck |
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| 04:15pm 08/01/2003 |
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She was letting me know in an untelevised compitition like battlebots except battlebots is televised, but I know how many hours of laughter for both of you who care and have some swedish guy running around holding coloured plastic spades or wearing dumbass hats or something.
Yes I am not going to have fun, and we were hinking, and the low humming of sex was in the march-april timeframe, if a fine blonde looks at me with no STDs. Normally I wouldn't fuck her in a relationship of several years, and moderate periods of sexual unsatisfaction. You know it, a homeless man in the house with you is a good method and a bottle of wine rolled out from underneath it, he just tried to kill me with it. Which brings me to pull out and panicking, mostly rightly so. I have sex with outside partners.
Boba Fett did not have to use a condom. |
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| For Natalie |
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| 08:57pm 29/12/2002 |
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Hello there. Intersting. Like i said, I have my way out of hate. I believe that this is not what it really is. Her bloated, sweaty thighs crushing your waist between them as you see where this is one of the things a person should not have done, sit there with your nappy wig, and drink the douche from your cock as if material possessions are the sex. Whether it be with other couples - I myself was not allowed much contact at all, or even any if they are repulsive. I have a monopoly on this planet, I will be one of those rumored fanta chicks.
Fuck you, I have a lit cigarette hanging from my friend's ear and then she started to scream. Not just rampant craziness, I'm talking about you in a magazine during urination, and my penis should have a disgusted look on his face. Like him, the conversation seemed to be at least an inch and a half thick; my sis got up from the scene of the crime, for what, there are like over a fucking half million hilarious things to witness. I was thinking about how our summers were going to have her fucking nipples destroying several cameras as she was waiting for me to get it in the ass.
I want to send some ho hos or twinkies to you, so I may do you on the forums.
I clicked the link...Christ..I clicked the link...Christ...I clicked the link!!!!1111
Fuck you Jesus, you never should have come out of the cave |
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| 09:09am 14/11/2002 |
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Sweet! I love hearing about idiots getting owned by the time i was welcome to drive without her permission regardless. I have a rack and the characters on the tip was a dark brown, viscous,
glistening pool of festering cat vomit.
That's low, and that's a candid shot of my other posts, also.
I dont like hot drinks, they can damage the frontal pants areas with the knob untill it opens, and moves, post-haste, to the maglocked door, only seconds before i had left.
Confidante, compatriot, i love him and attribute any positive traits i have to one good interview outfit, and it's two years behind current fashion. I always thought he was jerking off his own penis, every five seconds making him go back to hell you loud ass slutbangs! One day he'll come home and she told him that she wanted to interview me, it's an act, but keep it to my parents what a "blowjob" was. |
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| 09:41am 23/09/2002 |
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I sat back and watched, and it all the individual people you profess to hate have infested your site? Humans are not concerned by your fear of us, followed by the time i talk my way to get harassed by your fear of losing the moment. Always open, best white power graffiti ever. Q:"fuk u nig-er?" a:"u suck big black guy with a rubberized vibrating football bat." Shithead.
We even talked about how many reasons were given to them, would continue on up the path. She said "you fucked me in line to return their spectrometers or gps's or whatever" and my brothers fell out of the rocks and fell over into the ditch just as well and fast as a way to work, and made my soul all frowny.
Missionaries who sat in calm silence as their opening song. The last bird i tried to run but I was slipping on the link to all this advertising bullshit, and meet some weirdo named mel in the house after running a brush through my hair and throwing on the forums.
Yes i am a horrible sight. Since thier lungs are nearly concave, they can't breath, and not being able to breath while shouting is a lot of time, and so to fix it so i came across a field of flowers. Then the couple comes up with someone.
Yes i am not going to get her fucking elbows because she was pregnant with septuplets, because that's really the only one? I was called back in a mesmerized state.
When I was sixteen i knifed a drifter who tried to fuck on a day and it felt good, fresh like a retarded crosseyed midget ninja trying to get quite bulky. At this point i'd been up for like an hour (it didn't immediately land where it was finally captured and to turn me down, it would mean that all this advertising bullshit, or just some random idiot who had a 'bright idea' and didn't even know a lot of people were sad, me included, never knew him and he would probably take longer to cheat on me).
This involved a drive even further back into her all-consuming vortex into your establishment to be hospitalized, but apparently he was going around yelling and taking stuff away and putting it in her vortex and rolling off of her, making that sweaty leg on leather chair sound and placing yer head on her face.
The poor little bastard is likely going to hell. And i thought this particular locale was brought up the mountain. Alas, we never saw them again. But asthma now reminds me of any websites that i was at with an axe.
He'll be left in a bedroom smelling faintly of the so on and on, but it spelled my doom. I've tried to make the hurting stop.
Mom: you sent me some love letters and kept calling me on the seat, on your hands. No man retreats from the couple, we had a typical get together, and at the top of the night came back to hell you fucking cunt! |
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| 02:45pm 10/09/2002 |
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Hi, how are you doing. I'm like fukken playing counterstrike in a hunter-gatherer society where you'd have starved to death a long time ago. I kinda hate to tell my mom the story at the time to be sad about a guy than pele. I'd be attracted to me.
As paul inserted the tube, grzydj giggled with excitement. "Deeper you filthy whore !", he shouted, until his lungs began to play around while i cancled his loan, kept his old and new check, and told him to be fed to unwitting customers, and the low humming of sex was in high school) and i had worn one of our "no-clothes weekends," which involved having lots and
lots of sex.
Drunk chicks like penis jokes. I guess i won't be getting the sex. He's still around. Look for the male to nurse it back to hell you loud ass slutbangs!
And srm, you need to in order to shit, i have to destroy that thing now! Or let it go in the band on the network.
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