last night had to be one of the oddest nights of my entire life. everything started out decent, and i had no reason to suspect that what happened later in the evening would come to pass
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oh, did i tell you about the satellite uplink i have to the webcam that is in the back of my truck bed? you all *thought* i didn't have a camera with me last night, but really, would i hang out with a bunch of worthless whores like you, and your even lamer friends, riccer, for any other reason than monetary or socialclimbing games? i'm rollin in the cash after that performance last night.
oh wait, one more reason - partially is just to make friends with a shitty dj that can play my even shittier music, so i can become a star in this sad excuse for a city, and of course, to get off inflating your ego because you think everyone wants to fuck you because you are some dj. whatever, bitch. i'm gonna go back to my harem of juicy 12 year olds that i have here now. off with you.
oh, so that's how it's going to be. i tried to be your friend once, until you kept coming on to me every time i saw you in public ... begging me to let you have a 'piece'. i forgave you for that incident, but you may not recall because you were so inebriated.
after that, i even became your sponsor at the AA meetings, because in *one* of the instances when i had to hold your fake-ass hair out of your face when you were in the midst of praying to the 'porcelin god', you begged me to try and clean the junkie out of you. well, 'd'ethany, no more. i'm sick of your games, and sick of you as well.
i hope you enjoy your 12 year olds, because i have a harem of 10 year olds of my own. the younger the better, they say. and know this: i will always deny your perverse sexual advances. take your long island fairy and fuck off.
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i want a cut of the money you made for the video last night, or i will ruin you politically!
After waiting four hours in the emergency room to get my ass stitched back up, I came home to find that my dogs had broke down the fence in the kitchen shat all over my house. I get no sleep, spend an hour cleaning up shite, and have to come into work with crutches. Not having a broken leg or sprained ankle, which would be noticable, I had to figure out an excuse to tell instead of Swamp-Thing's dildo ripping my ass to shreads (thank you very much). So as(s) far as everybody knows at work, I have a flaming case of hemroids (the only reason they bought that is because I called in sick the day before
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i am so touched that you appreciated my redbull enema. i don't service just anyone like that. it is really special to me and i don't share that gift without intense amounts of unbridled passion. the only appropriate return of my gift to you would be to have you open up and channel the great songwriting spirits of milli vanilli into your own. how did you know? it must be that telepathic link. i have wanted to be both Rob and Fab, unified into one being all my life. it is that very cosmic entity whom i model myself after. i am touched. wow...how you could you have known?
just an aside - as for your ass, i must apologize if i was a little rough, next time i will use the silicone replica of the zebra cock, which is a few sizes smaller than the rubber horse cock i busted out last night, that might have been a little harsh for a beginner.
when i had to hold your fake-ass hair out of your face when you were in the midst of praying to the 'porcelin god'
but you so aptly forget to mention your vomit fetish, that goes along with your german shit film fetish, we won't even go into that one in public forum! this is really all your own well crafted delusion, and it is just because you want me. and my poop.
i want a cut of the money you made for the video last night, or i will ruin you politically! hahhaha! oh fabulous, and by someone who has already been politically ruined? that should work brilliantly, at least you have experience.
see, there you go again. denial. you're lashing out at me with your 'witty' tongue because i choose not to give you the 'ride of the riccer'. i hear it even lasts more that 2 minutes!
and sorry dear, i have no 'poop' fetish. it's urine. rubber sheets anyone?
i accept you challenge of being the politically ruined one trying to ruin you in the same fashion, as my entry has proven! en garde!
see, here you go bringing up rubber sheets. i so brought that up in a last response. you are so 1996. you must think rubber sheets are cool now. you just want to be me.
i want to be you? i'll just scrape the excess hair off of john's ass and make my own cool dreads. they won't look nearly as bad as that crap you currently adorn.
why don't scrape up your own ass hair, it'd be naturally green already from all the mold (since the last action your ass saw was about 18 years ago when you were molested by your mailman.) it should stick together and dread up well too. why don't you just leave them there and have ass dreads? i think it is sexy and i might do you then. but only if i'm drunk.
hmm...ass dreads. i see a new trend starting here. but even my green ass dreads will still look cooler than yours. maybe if you turn yourself into john or robert, i'll consider taking you up on your offer of drunken sex. but you will not be able to 'ride the riccer' until that moment.
and thank you for bringing up a painful time in my life (the mailman). i trusted you with that information, and i see that you see fit to turn around and broadcast it here. i must weep now, but not as much as john's ass.
oh wait, one more reason - partially is just to make friends with a shitty dj that can play my even shittier music, so i can become a star in this sad excuse for a city, and of course, to get off inflating your ego because you think everyone wants to fuck you because you are some dj. whatever, bitch. i'm gonna go back to my harem of juicy 12 year olds that i have here now. off with you.
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after that, i even became your sponsor at the AA meetings, because in *one* of the instances when i had to hold your fake-ass hair out of your face when you were in the midst of praying to the 'porcelin god', you begged me to try and clean the junkie out of you. well, 'd'ethany, no more. i'm sick of your games, and sick of you as well.
i hope you enjoy your 12 year olds, because i have a harem of 10 year olds of my own. the younger the better, they say. and know this: i will always deny your perverse sexual advances. take your long island fairy and fuck off.
ps.
i want a cut of the money you made for the video last night, or i will ruin you politically!
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just an aside - as for your ass, i must apologize if i was a little rough, next time i will use the silicone replica of the zebra cock, which is a few sizes smaller than the rubber horse cock i busted out last night, that might have been a little harsh for a beginner.
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but you so aptly forget to mention your vomit fetish, that goes along with your german shit film fetish, we won't even go into that one in public forum! this is really all your own well crafted delusion, and it is just because you want me. and my poop.
i want a cut of the money you made for the video last night, or i will ruin you politically!
hahhaha! oh fabulous, and by someone who has already been politically ruined? that should work brilliantly, at least you have experience.
take your long island fairy and fuck off.
um. ok. ;)
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and sorry dear, i have no 'poop' fetish. it's urine. rubber sheets anyone?
i accept you challenge of being the politically ruined one trying to ruin you in the same fashion, as my entry has proven! en garde!
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and thank you for bringing up a painful time in my life (the mailman). i trusted you with that information, and i see that you see fit to turn around and broadcast it here. i must weep now, but not as much as john's ass.
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Penalty: Out of bounds. Number 14 - Green - Player disqualified. 6 yard penalty.
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