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Buck up and name some dudes that you would dad so bad. (pg. 7)
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| srussell0018 |
| How many dads could a dad's dad dad if a dad's dad could dad dads? |
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| Ted Promo |
| quote: | Originally posted by prolikewhoa
i don't understand anything that's going on |
All you need to be cognizant of is the fact that each one of your vaginas are making me so stompin irate right now.
If your dad was here he wouldn't even pray for you. He'd give me tons of his best Christmas and be joyous while I opened all the right packages. |
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| LeopoldStotch |
| quote: | Originally posted by WittyHandle
Gotta give credit to LeopoldStotch for dropping that in the movie recommendations thread. |
thanks! :p when i saw it at the theater, i was like :wtf: ... trust me it gets a bit more weird later in the short. |
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OH VAR DAD ME
I VAR, how far I may go now, these days. In all ways I think you and I would benefit. From each of your thoughts, each picture I have formed a composite of all I have to hope for. I can feel your sweet dadding pulsing from each attuned portion that seeps from you and it is permeating all the parts in me that warmly dadded.
VAR DAD me all OVER. |
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I think we have let it go far enough. Furrowing thoroughly, both of our brows matched as though in superposition, super symmetry, into me I've always felt and each of your posts melt into all the things in me that morph to smiles.
All the while, VAR, I have felt some many points on you worth a good dad and when I have met these thoughts in my head so headly I formed more follow up thoughts on where I would go with this if I had thought of these things with my penis out. Just like true dad.
And so VAR.
VAR.
I call. |
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And this I haven't done in a while: boxing lessons, searching boxing lessons.
I know a ring, a ring to which we can both travel to. And in this ring there is a gym surrounding it with mats and matly things slopping upon the walls for those slappy sloppy slippy times when we train so trainingly. And I want you to let me know, since you look like Mickey Rourke, how to wrestle all wrestlely. Wrestle me. In fashions new to our time, our culture, nurtured on the altar.
I'm burning pyres for you VAR. |
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Smooth each other's hair back in order to find that chakra at the top of each of our heads. I would like to do a reading. See the seedling of the dadding I can plant underneath the parts slackened along the traces of your follicles. So knowledgeable I find, that you are, and grimace at how far the slimmest of how ajar this time has become for us to dad for all those hear to know how dadly we could each let each be.
VAR SPAR ME |
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ING VAR
SO VARNISHED
SO VARGINIA
SO WEST VARGINIA
SO VARICOSE, VERY CLOSE
SO VARIANT
AND SPARING IT
FOR THE DARING SPLIT FLARING SLIT LIPS BEARING WITNESS TO YOUR STARING LISTLESS
SO VAR
DECISION ALL OVER ME |
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| Ted Promo |
| I hope your orgasm to teach me all those dadful tidbits from your knowledgeports is lengthy and akin to a sinful array of Rube Goldberg machines. That little bit at the end of that was just one simmering metaphor for all of you VAR |
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For I remember when I was but young and buoyant towards the flustered top of the festering chemical pit I sojourned. May face all angular and formative. I remember the slapstick stitched fabric thoughts I clustered on the white knuckled edges of my recently beguilted conscience. I and sitting there with me in the crescent room a nascent sense of vacant room inside the center of my whole. And it is there in which I think of time splitting, right in two. Like the sinewy slicing of our interconnected sentences concocted some devilish device to keep us nakedly together, but still dadding.
And I remember wishing you were VARING me in all the dadliest of ways. |
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| VAR lets do each of our laundries and then high five for long whiles. |
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TEACH ME PLANETS FOR I KNOW NOT A THING ABOUT THOSE AND WHAT THEY DO
For VAR, I know you, and you're out there, and should let me know in here, blinds turned, commas abused, honest influenced parts and spent fluids, farces and forked moods, forced truths, marked influence in stark congruence and part of you is starting through all thinnest layers, slimmest favors float flashing in front of us, and because of this the falling sense only is carving us into starving husks of what we started with, imparting us to farther us, so father us. |
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