Haigh dokyuns it's a new thread!
This telephone pole is quite lazy.
Bite the nape of her neck when you rape, dawg
She is my hime-sama.
Yes, that's royt!
fouck, no one seems to care about this thread any more
Yo, this one's pretty good.
>>885 looks, talks and behaves suspiciously much like a panda.
These are the files. I hope you have everything you need.
The cube is now called Stove Stove.
You scrape at the earth at your feet with your bare hands. The ground is hard, dry and unyielding. It is so dark you can barely even see what you're doing, anyway. You acquire nothing but disappointment and dirty fingernails.
You look up to where the ceiling ought to be. Instead, there is only an array of cold, distant points of light, feebly trying to reject their fate; radiating their very being outwards into the infinite, empty void of space, to which they will inevitably succumb in a mere few billion years. Your view of the beautiful, horrifying, vertiginous starscape is, however, obstructed by a girl in a frilly pink dress, hovering several metres above your head. She is holding Mecha Alexei Fujiwara upside down by the ankle. From your vantage point you can see up her skirt into a tantalisingly dangerous briar of petticoats.
You employ the training you gained by imitating a certain non-fluid legless reptile on the way here, and duck under the cover of the nearby trees, while whispering to Continue-chan to provide you with cover. As you run, close to the ground, through the undergrowth, whipped in the face by the trees' thorny appendages, you hear the unmistakeable sound of laser fire from behind you. Eventually, thirty metres down the path, you break cover and combat roll to the foot of a mound of forks. The girl in pink does not seem to have followed you.
Run back to companions. Magic heal Stove Stove if needed.
Massage prepubescent nipples and sigh
Keep massaging your sigh.
Arm yourself with a badass scythe.
Having gathered your all-important forks, you make haste back up the path to where your companions are fighting for their lives. You find Continue-chan in the middle of the clearing, firing her laser gun into the sky at the girl in pink. The girl in pink, meanwhile, is darting back and forth, Mecha Alexei Fujiwara still in tow, dodging the lasers and simultaneously throwing scores of tiny needle shaped projectiles at her assailant. The clouds of needles are intercepted by Stove Stove, who seems to keep disappearing and reappearing to block their trajectories.
You cannot tell whether or not Stove Stove is injured, but you spend 15 mana healing them just in case. You have 90 mana remaining. There is no appreciable change.
Seeing that you are in no immediate danger, you drop your weapons and run your hands up your blouse, gently plucking at and rubbing your soft, untouched nipples. The tender, yet insistent stimulation is something entirely new to you. You cannot help but begin to moan in ecstasy. "Ahh... Aaaaahh! Aaaa~aaargh!" You say. The conflict before you continues as before.
You take your hands out from under your clothes and sigh dramatically, then massage the air in front of your mouth. It doesn't bring you quite the same pleasure as fondling your breasts, but is, nonetheless, an interesting experience.
Assess badass-ness of scythe.
Strap ceremonial knife to blouse. Equip scythe. Do a scythe dance.
Summon "Asses of Badassness"
You contemplate your newly crafted agricultural tool and/or weapon. The quality of badassness is difficult to assess at the best of times, you lament, but this specimen is especially open to debate. Firstly, the use of a bloodstained knife is quite dramatic (especially what with it being the blood of your childhood sweetheart, whom you murdered in cold blood), but alas the knife is too straight to form the epitomic scythe shape. Similarly, the use of human hair to tie it together is symbolically quite compelling, but in practice renders the head liable to come detached. Finally, the use of a simple branch that happened to be at hand for the handle is, ultimately, neither here nor there in terms of badassery.
You conclude that, in all honesty, it's actually not that badass - if anything, it's just slightly creepy and morbid.
You are not in possession of anything that can easily be used as a strap. Instead, you make do by slipping the stone knife down your blouse's collar and clamping it in place with your chin. It's quite precarious, but just about stays so long as you don't make any sudden movements. With your hands now free, you hold the scythe in the natural grip. (It'd be much more natural if you weren't missing two fingers, you grumble to yourself, but there's nothing to be done about that now).
When I clicked on the link in >>766 I expected it to be a reference to the classic US Army Field Manual 22-102 on Wall-to-Wall Counseling:
But to get this back on track,
Last night I stayed with my girlfriend at her parents' house, and I dreamt that I was having sex with someone, and I could push a button and my sexual partner changed through different people, and I flicked through until it was a fat old granny, and I was pumping away then I woke up and realised I'd ejaculated in my girlfriend's parents' guest bed.
Some dork with a clipboard intercepted me on the way to lunch to ask me if I'd help stop gay bullying. When I asked if he meant stopping gays from bullying everyone else, he got confused and I went and got lunch.
Impressive. If I didn't know the contents, I would have considered that unimpressive. With context, it was somewhat entertaining. I had no idea that Folk Metal was a genre.
I once got bullied by a gay guy in middle school and he wouldn't stop trying to touch my body.
I'm glad that I wasn't raped.
Tasting Faygo is still on my list of things to do before I die even though I'm not a Juggalo or even that much of a fan of the Insane Clown Posse.
(I do kind of like ICP just because they make me laugh, though, which I suppose is a lame confession in and of itself.)
yesterday i put a brand new, clean toothbrush in my vagina to see what it would feel like. i cleaned it off afterwards. today i might do the same thing again.
Sometimes I like to split the word "warthog" as "War Thog" when I read it, and imagine an orclike creature geared for battle.
Faygo is nothing special. In the Detroit area it's just a brand of inexpensive soft drinks that the supermarkets sell.
I have a different problem. I'm stuck in Michigan for the foreseeable future and I crave birch beer. Birch beer is a soft drink manufactured and sold only in Delaware, New Jersey, and eastern Pennsylvania. It's sort of like root beer but less sweet, with a stronger, sharper flavor that has overtones of ginger and mint.
"total crap, but I enjoy it"
Instructions unclear, got my dick stuck in a SHITzu.
This YouTube Web Is A No Cursing Zone!
I Wish YouTube Would Update This Site In The Future: People Who Puts Any Bad Language In There Comments Will Be Cuver The Stars Up. If People Won't Put Star Over Bad Language On There Comments, Then YouTube Will Cuver The Star Up For Them. And I Don't Care If Swearing Not Against The Rules, But Its Always Be Against The Rules.
It is immediately obvious that George R. R. Martin is a card-carrying, r-Type Leftist. His books are brilliantly plotted, but the writing itself makes all the characters come across as cold and cruel. Reality is being filtered through the mind of a rabbit writing about wolves; all of our good-natured punches-to-the-shoulder are mistaken for bullying, and he thinks that itfs sadism which drives us, rather than the honest joy of competition.
There is a small portion of the hobby that is absolutely obsessed with these types of figures. I used to run a gladiator game at cons and the same guy would show up every year and ask if I had painted up any naked female gladiators yet. When I would tell him no he would basically say he wasn't interested in the game then. I thought he was joking around the first couple times but after several years it became obvious he was totally serious and annoyed that I hadn't done so.
I absolutely adore how the beta launch, and the change log thereof, has caused the Star Citizen thread to dissolve into a bitter realization of how hard Christ Roberts has fucked them over.
I much prefer primitive monsters, male or female, to be sculpted with proper anatomyc don't put pants on the troll just to hide its wiggly bits. Demons in particular should be proud and loud about what they're packing.
I'm looking for a bento box, it cant be pinku (that's Japanese for pink) or any girl color. It has to be of 2 or more kotoba (that's Japanese for 2 compartments) and has be be chibi (small) sized. And has to be really kawaii (cute). Also It has to be about 10-20 bux. And you have to post pics of it first (i want to make shure it's kawaii [cute]). And it would be nice if it came with matching chopstick holder (WITH chopsticks). OH! and it CANNOT have any cartoon pictures, or be made out of plastic. It has to be made of ceramic, or something like that. Also it would be nice if it was made in japan. and not in china or corea (Korea) or whatever. I have found a bento box similar to the one im describing in e-bay, but it was 1 kotoba, and i don't want my gohan (rice) to touch my other things (it can get wet and i would not like that, plus 2 compartments looks more kawaii)
Im 15 years old and at my girlfriends house for dinner and we had about 20 minutes before her mother was finished with dinner so we went into a dark room and started to make out. Her mother called us for dinner and by that time I had a large erection that I couldnt get rid of. I went in to thier bathroom to take care of the problem by masturbating. I rubbed so hard and fast i ended up with a sore in the under side of my penis that feels sort of like a carpet burn. Is there any medication or treatment I can use to help heal the sore or make it numb without going to a doctor because i really dont want to have to explain this to my parents.
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"Oh, by the way, this is the part where you're supposed to get killed by the Mutant Pink Hamster. What do you mean, I didn't tell you?"
(EÍE) Yeah! You're the best, Clonepa!
( EmE) Now THAT whole thing I'm into! Let's go!
Sharp Cheddar Cheese Whiz? My FAVORITE!
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Rumor has it that >>666 has also tricked people into consuming Mentos after drinking Diet Coke.
>>666 infused the insides of condoms with a drug that causes penis shrinkage.
Good heavens, no. I'm thinking of aliens or monstergirls.
I'm a repugnant pervert, but even I have limits.
Wow. I actually, literally dreamed about fucking my own mother. Fuck you, Freud. Fuck you.
I've dreamed about fucking my mom multiples times. And once my dad.
I quite frequently dream of fucking your mom. I think most of us do. It's perfectly normal.
heh, that thread is gold
Free your mind. Don't limit yourself. Think outside the box.
It's only gay if the rice touches