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| Vlad |
| or run? This is a rather deep philosophycal (sp) question. One that has never truly been answered since the beginning of ancient greek civilization. You're full of ! But then he answered: you think you can belittle me by saying i'm "full of ". Well let me tell you something. Being "full of " is something that can be interpreted in many different ways. In fact I have the right to think you just praised me. I smell like... crap after ing Frenchie in the ass. |
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| Ozoned12 |
| It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Mikey Mike was in full reign, but spending most of his time fending off the neighboring walrus tribe called the Googoly that somehow kept dying on his front porch. His mail was always late, mailmen don' t like expensive shoes. They do, however, like expensive socks...greedy bastards! "H&M DOESNT CARRY THOSE CHARCOAL ARGYLE SOCKS ANMORE YOU SENSELESS BASTARD", he yelled at me. Shame rose to my face like a red ballon full of helium. I began apologizing with my short black penis while poking nou in the ass. Just like nou used to do himself. Only he used his brand new canon camera with super optical lense. He used to take pictures of all the rodents up his ass, so he could masterbate to them later. For now, he had a job to do; those goats aren't going to milk themselves! |
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| EXTREMUM |
| This one time at bandcamp, I raped my counselor. IN THE BUTT! LOLZ! ROFL! OMGIDIE! AND OTHER SUCH EXCLAMATIONS! This outburst was followed by hours upon hours of non-stop sex, I couldn't go to sleep. So, I decided to have sex with my lovely lady once again! She came so hard, the cleaning bill maxed out my credit card. |
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| Vlad |
| Sensational sensations would, sensively, be sensed by more sensitive Sensible Soccer players. Sucking cocks, calling caters, slurping slutty s. Slamming slime continuously, so sordid satyrs stay cornered. Convince sandy she's cool. Crack swords, clam . but nothing could have prepared any of them for what was to come; suddenly they were standing there - naked as the day they were born - when a group of amazons approached and asked them 'who wants cookies?!' I'm bored, tired. ing lube loves company. Word games excite cretins, we're freaks, nobody speaks. Drug theory, this is a new world. Give me the cash. ing piece of losers trying to be harsh. Wannabe harshers, softer than a peach. Softer than a peach, makes me think about peaches, makes me think about how soft and moist and amazing is when you bury your face in between a pair of thighs. |
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| Frenchie |
| Why are people reposting? |
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| Psy-T |
Sensational sensations would, sensively, be sensed by more sensitive Sensible Soccer players. Sucking cocks, calling caters, slurping slutty s. Slamming slime continuously, so sordid satyrs stay cornered. Convince sandy she's cool. Crack swords, clam . but nothing could have prepared any of them for what was to come; suddenly they were standing there - naked as the day they were born - when a group of amazons approached and asked them 'who wants cookies?!' I'm bored, tired. ing lube loves company. Word games excite cretins, we're freaks, nobody speaks. Drug theory, this is a new world. Give me the cash. ing piece of losers trying to be harsh. Wannabe harshers, softer than a peach. Softer than a peach, makes me think about peaches, makes me think about how soft and moist and amazing is when you bury your face in between a pair of thighs.
are you emulating burroughs akridrot? :p |
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| Frenchie |
| it was all sorts of fun! I don't think so Tim Henman played the game of his life, winning Wimbledon with one single hand. 15-love 14-love 13-love 12-love 11-love 10-love 9-love 8-love 7-love 6-love 5-love 4-love 3-love 2-love 1-love 0-love. This message will now proceed to self-destruct. As it broadcast the words : NOU YOU'RE GAY!.....BOOOOOM |
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| Vlad |
| quote: | Originally posted by Frenchie
Why are people reposting? |
Cause they are n00bs and cant keep up with us cool people. |
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| Frenchie |
| There are many things you might negate in public, but that deep inside you know it's true. Like that time you ed a fat bitch. Or the record you play at home to dance in front of the mirror, practising the moves of the Macarena. This one time, I touched myself and felt something which seemed out of this world. A deep feeling of joy that can only be achieved by the wonders of masturbation. But then again, erotic stories like this are It get's me so turned on. Which is a lie, what gets her turned on is a mystery the entire COR population desperately would like to know. WHO HAXED TA! |
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| Akridrot |
| quote: | Originally posted by Psy-T
are you emulating burroughs akridrot? :p |
I am thoroughly embarrassed to admit that I don't understand what you mean. (I know who you're referring to, but not why)
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| Psy-T |
| quote: | Originally posted by Akridrot
I am thoroughly embarrassed to admit that I don't understand what you mean. (I know who you're referring to, but not why)
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some excerpts from his book naked lunch which i've posted here in the past:
"No! No!" screams the D.S.
"Schlup ... schlup schlup."
An hour later they find the Buyer on the nod in the D.S.'s chair. The D.S. has disappeared without a trace.
The Judge: "Everything indicates that you have, in some unspeakable manner uh... assimilated the District Superviser. Unfortunately there is no proof. I would recommend that you be confined or more accurately contained in some institution, but I know of no place suitable for a man of your caliber. I must reluctantly order your release."
Finally he is caught in the act of digesting the Narcotics Comissioner and destroyed with a flame thrower - the court of inquiry ruling that such means were justified in that the Buyer had lost his human citizenship and was, in consequence, a creature without species and a menace to the narcotics industry on all levels.
Gentle reader, I fain would spare you this, but my pen hath its will like the Ancient Mariner. Oh Christ what a scene is this! Can tongue or pen accomodate these scandals? A beastly young holligan has gouged out the eye of his confrere and him in the brain. "This brain atrophy already, and dry as grandmother's ****."
He turns into Rock and Roll hoodlum. "I screw the old gash like a crossword puzzle what relation to me is the outcome if it outcome? My father already or not yet? I can't screw you, Jack, you is about to become my father, and better 'twere to cut your throat and screw my mother playing it straight than my father or vice versa mutatis mutandis as the case may be, and cut my mother's throat, that sainted gash, though it be the best way I know to stem her word hoard and freeze her asset. I mean when a fellow be caught short in the switches and don't know is he to offer up his ass to 'great big daddy' or commit a torso job on his old lady. Give me two s and a prick of steel and keep your dirty finger out of my sugar bum what you think I am a purple-assed reception already fugitive from Hibraltar? Male and female castrated he them. Who can't distinguish between the sexes? I'll cut your throat you white mother ******. come out in the open like my grandchild and meet thy unborn mother in dubious battle. Confusion hath his masterpiece, I have cut the janitor's throat quite by mistake of identity, he being such a horrible like the old man. And in the coal bin all cocks are alike."
The President is a junky but can't take it direct because of his position. So he gets fixed through me... From time to time we make contact, and I recharge him. These contacts look to the casual observer like homosexual practices, but the actual excitement is not primarily sexual, and the climax is the separation when the recharge is completed. The erect penises are brought into contact - at least we used that method in the begining, but contact points wear out like veins. Now I sometimes have to slip my penis under his left eyeld. Of course I can always fix him with an Osmosis Recharge, which corresponds to a skin shot, but that is admitting defeat. An O.R. will put the President in a bad mood for weeks, and might well precipitate an atomic shambles. And the President pays a high price for the Oblique Habit. He has sacrificed all control, and is dependent as an unborn child. The Oblique Addict suffers a whole spectrum of subjective horror, silent protoplasmic frenzy, hideous agony of the bones. Tensions build up, pure energy without emotional content finally tears through the body throwing him about like a man in contact with high tension wires. If this charge connection is cut off cold, the Oblique Addict falls into such violent electric convulsions that his bones shake loose, and he dies with the skeleton straining to climb out of his unendurable flesh and run in a straight line to the nearest cemetery.
The relation between an O.A. and his R.C. (Recharge Connection) is so intense that they can only endure each other's company for brief and infrequent intervals - I mean aside from recharge meets, when all personal contact is eclpised by the recharge process.
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