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GrundleStiltzkin
Member Posts: 61,506 
Nothing changed with me. Just got call from FRANNY 5 minutes ago and told me I was to show up inMaltby. If dad has stuff to do have him leave with you. I'll have Anna take me and Dad can leave with you. I would prefer u and dad leave together. I'll ask Anna. Shouldn't be a problem. If she can't I'll let you know
Comments
2. You guys are a hopeless, happless, homosexual group of 6th graders with their 1st boners...My experience with college football is graduate level.
3. It's hard to come here lately. No all the time
4.dawgman has more to offer right now sans the message boards (its a "push" between you guys in that department, though ill give HH the edge for profanity and free speech)
5. Dbags that spend 19 hours and 25k posts disturbs me, especially when 24.995k are senseless non-football-re lated rubbish, and actually pound on puppy's wheelhouse window trying to get heard with that chit.
6. The blatant slangual property stolen...look for the ° symbol...puppy coined it and hurts my eyes when you poachers use it
7 The disregard for the ole' lady, hubby. Take a fucking break from HH and pound wood or greaz wood, Unreal you worthless fucks
8. Disrespect for Browning..you dipshits dont even know what Browning brings. 6th grade flag football is about where your knowledge rests.
9. New fish. This new run is about the worst in 3 years
10. The real football talk has sailed. Even this place needs football cred. When Pup and a few others arent posting this place is a fuck show
Good Lord in the late 60 ' s and 70 ' s the butt hole was a fancy feast. Who is anybody to think butt fucking is on the upswing. Every couple, except More_cock and his wife, have made woopie in the butt Bob. People are people.
Cavemen and the bitches they drug into the caves were pioneering the buttsex and liking it. The ring sting is nothing new. Why does this new generation think they are new to everything. Get in the back of the fucking line with the bleeding rectum bitch. It's all been done before. Sheesh me and my buddies all put the poundin to the roundin back in the day. Some clean, some poopy, some bloody. But unlike the porns chick's don't choke on the red/brown cocksicle after the act. It's right to the sink for a wet rag and some soap and water.
In other words find the thread where this belongs. Or just try posting something original instead of plagiarism my shit fucko. This is precisely why this is the first response you've had in 8 months you bearded cunt ya
Listen here I_Need_More_Cock, just because your ball gargling father at St Cunts Catholic doesn't allow you to cuss, quit with the paste jobs of my shit. Someday Cock, you'll fit in somewhere
LOL
Puppy needs conversation, comedy, recruiting banter this time of year. Not talk of joystick battles and girls guys like Nacho cant accurately describe, as he's never touched, smelled, looked closely at or put a poundins to under Greg Gaines weight.
Puppy wants to know if her asshole has been recently plucked and warshed for a fresh tossed salad, or her pussy unkept, as it harbors a more natural aroma or if she has baby belly and saggy stretch marks on what was once were supple teeters. Im sure youve seen those Tommy, it's what changed your lifestyle, introduced you to Jeramy. J you're too far off the radar of love to bring up either sex. You're the guy who turns Bundy, less the good looks and education.
Ill hear your reply over on dawgman Nacho. Just checked, you're already there, ill be there in a sec!
#imhurrying
You think watching Husky Football is going to benefit you but it won't, because you're a piece of shit on the inside.
Your whole fucking life is a lie. Watching Husky Football for you is like rolling a piece of shit in glitter. You go after teen boys, these glitter covered pieces of shit, and they don't want you, because they see the glitter, but underneath you're still just fecal remnants and human garbage.
You never lived a day in your life and you cry at night, clutching your pillow because what you consider a short fat guy is fucking the guy you thought you were going to fuck. But he had more balls and actually does something with those 2 billion miserable fucking seconds you call a life. Or maybe all the foundational lies you built your shit "ego" on are complete fabrications so that you can deal with the fact that you aren't special. You aren't anything.
No hesitation, this is entrapment entangling me.
Where’s my attorney to defend or keep my mind from indulging?
I’ve failed! And my nerves have lost their touch.
My eyes can’t see so much and if my heart is the next to go,
how my brain will scream and let my body know!
My tongue is drafting treaties that my stomach can’t hold.
My throat’s been fed lies that it’s finding too hard to swallow.
And my liver? Oh god, how it knows that I’m poisoning it,
so it grows and exposes its fangs. And its good friends,
the veins, feel exactly the same;
abandoned, lost, clogged with smoke and ashamed.
But as for the blame? No, the blame’s not with me.
It’s with you. Is it true you’re less girl than disease?
If this is it, let’s make it a big one!
Let’s just seize until our blood starts dancing with fire and our bones explode.
The marrow will drip slowly through whichever wounds are open,
taking my skin by surprise. Oh, you’re wrong!
You think your body is so fucking strong.
It’s not! You’re just a flesh-wrapped present for a graveyard
with intestines ribboning around you as knots.
Can’t you see I’m spitting out my taste? You did the very same.
And when we are through, will the worms even want us
or will they take bites of our skin and decide we’d make terrible dirt?
To tell you the truth and be crushingly honest:
I know I’ve heard that bodies are temples but when temples sink into the ground,
they lose all their worth. Life’s a dance? Well, death takes out the grace.