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PurpleJ said:
Unfortunately there's only one cool kid in the hallways at HH, with chicks parting the hallway like the red sea. Soaking beavers quivering at his very presence . The rest of you nerds here are filling beakers and studying semen samples under microscopes in the science lab.
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 -
Clearly you don't know FRANNYdoogville said:
The GOAT hardcore husky post. But why, WHY is FRANNY in all caps? Nothing else. Just FRANNY.GrundleStiltzkin said: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
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PM to pumpy regarding dawgman:
"5hundy, you gave kim money. I gave the little queef money...Most here gave them money. It's the little Oliver twists here that are afraid the poorage will dry up should they leave dogman and play here full time.
It's you guys that still give them money then come on here and beat them (the guys from dawgman) down. You guys are the very problem. Nut the fuck up and cut Kimmy's umbilical butt chord. It actually might be the 1st step for a lot of you in becoming a man. Your wives might even notice a new manhood and stop fucking your friends...who knows they might actually sit on your collective sorry excuses for weiners. Got to start somewhere slice, cocker...be men, stop paying dogman."
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I'm stupid? thats a really mean thing to say to someone, and really hurts. I knew most of you little guys were young and kinda dumb, but its reaching critical mass on this forum. Let me zip on over to dawgman, see if I can find a post-graduate to talk shop with. You guys stick to apple watch talk, stories about the hot chicks at the supermall you stared through (though not reciprocated) or how many hours you logged in on "Starcraft: wings of liberty" .
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!
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Ugggh, hmm, argh , fuck you cunt, arggh
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You use this shit board because you're a shit person.
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. -
This is my body at war!
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.
