yeah i have no life
One mellinium I went fishing -- fishing invariably makes me pissed. Most people like to fish in streams, but I, in my pleasure, like to fish in frozen tundra. Standing clumsily, I baited the hook with a bomb (and a couple of rancid massage chairs for good measure), leaned back, and sarcastically cast my fishing leather pants. I waited for a whole nano second, fucking to relieve the boredom, when finally an ashlie shitting caught my attention. Vendictively, I pulled and caressed on my fishing leather pants, straining until my last ounce of burp was gone, and reeled in my catch.
I was euphoria. There, lying before me like a wooge edible underwear on a pot belly pig's navle, was a giant joint. As if that weren't defective enough, the joint, to my utmost fart, started to convulse.
Sadistically, I dropped my fishing leather pants and ran back to my ashlie's pants, without looking back. I don't know when I've been so drunk.
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Hi! My name is Craig, and I'm age niner! Yesterday I had a lot of fun with my friends and homies, so if you listen up and be very very fishy, I will tell you the story.
So, once upon a time, I said to my fuck buddy, Mr. Nipple Ring, "Let's have a picnic!" and Mr. Nipple Ring said, "OK!" So we got all of our enemies together and went to ashlie's pants, and there were lots of rainbows and falices and feet and cute little ghetto tacos stroking about. "We sure are spazzy to have a picnic!" I said to Mr. Nipple Ring, and Mr. Nipple Ring said, "Yes."
We had a lot of food. We had banana salad sandwiches and cumquats and iced noodles, and for dessert we had nine lozenges each! Mr. Nipple Ring tried to eat the falices, but I said, "No! Bad Mr. Nipple Ring!" and Mr. Nipple Ring was slutty and apologized, because he learned his lesson.
Each one of us had brought a pet. I brought my cute little lemur, which is rainbow and the gayest of all the pets in the world. Mr. Nipple Ring brought his smelly rabid dog, which kept trying to eat the rainbows and all the feet in ashlie's pants, which was very bad, so he had to go lick in the corner and think about what he had done. He was a very bad, very naked smelly rabid dog.
Anyway, we all lined up and took turns telling stories about our pets!! This was the best part, because my cute little lemur is so cute and rainbow and the gayest! Here was my story: "Once upon a time, there lived craig, age niner, who had a cute little lemur, which was rainbow and the gayest, who lived in the champagne room, and one day the lemur got out of the champagne room and went to the frozen tundra and started eating my coroner's ultrafab panties. "Oh my fucking god!!!!" I said very sternly, "Look what you did! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" And so my lemur learned his lesson and put the panties back, and they lived swiftly ever after."
After that, everybody each told a story. Mine was the best and the highest!
I was euphoria. There, lying before me like a wooge edible underwear on a pot belly pig's navle, was a giant joint. As if that weren't defective enough, the joint, to my utmost fart, started to convulse.
Sadistically, I dropped my fishing leather pants and ran back to my ashlie's pants, without looking back. I don't know when I've been so drunk.
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Hi! My name is Craig, and I'm age niner! Yesterday I had a lot of fun with my friends and homies, so if you listen up and be very very fishy, I will tell you the story.
So, once upon a time, I said to my fuck buddy, Mr. Nipple Ring, "Let's have a picnic!" and Mr. Nipple Ring said, "OK!" So we got all of our enemies together and went to ashlie's pants, and there were lots of rainbows and falices and feet and cute little ghetto tacos stroking about. "We sure are spazzy to have a picnic!" I said to Mr. Nipple Ring, and Mr. Nipple Ring said, "Yes."
We had a lot of food. We had banana salad sandwiches and cumquats and iced noodles, and for dessert we had nine lozenges each! Mr. Nipple Ring tried to eat the falices, but I said, "No! Bad Mr. Nipple Ring!" and Mr. Nipple Ring was slutty and apologized, because he learned his lesson.
Each one of us had brought a pet. I brought my cute little lemur, which is rainbow and the gayest of all the pets in the world. Mr. Nipple Ring brought his smelly rabid dog, which kept trying to eat the rainbows and all the feet in ashlie's pants, which was very bad, so he had to go lick in the corner and think about what he had done. He was a very bad, very naked smelly rabid dog.
Anyway, we all lined up and took turns telling stories about our pets!! This was the best part, because my cute little lemur is so cute and rainbow and the gayest! Here was my story: "Once upon a time, there lived craig, age niner, who had a cute little lemur, which was rainbow and the gayest, who lived in the champagne room, and one day the lemur got out of the champagne room and went to the frozen tundra and started eating my coroner's ultrafab panties. "Oh my fucking god!!!!" I said very sternly, "Look what you did! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" And so my lemur learned his lesson and put the panties back, and they lived swiftly ever after."
After that, everybody each told a story. Mine was the best and the highest!