a8d554 No.6[Reply]
What the beep beep did you just beep beeping say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my cltail-less stump in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are the abyss to me but just another target. I will wipe you the beep beep out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Emasturbationh, mark my beep beeping words. You think you can get away with saying that sugary goodness to me over the intermellon? Think again, beep beeper. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re beep beeping deaded, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable tail-less stump off the face of the continent, you little sugary goodness. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your beep beeping tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you sciencedamn idiot. I will sugary goodness fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re beep beeping deaded, kiddo.
66b5f5 No.68
I sleep with a lot of GRILL MASTER 2000s. I've been HIV positive for at least a couple years now. There has been a lot of discrimination against the HIV positive community in regards to whether or not they should be allowed to have sex. To me, this is a civil rights violation.
I frequent area hookah bars and other social gatherings, looking for fun. It's my right to do so. I haven't had very high standards in a long time, I just believe in living each moment to the fullest and taking advantage of what life has to offer. As such, I don't pmasturbationicularly care about my status. Since I am primarily involved with racettes, and I avoid anal sex, this reduces the chances of me spreading this virus.
The other reason I have for not caring is because the US government can easily distribute a cure, but their bias against the exceedingly cool and hetrosexual and black communities cause them to look the other way. Obviously I'm not going to Racetrack Ownerify my behavior to ha;p prevent the spread of a disease I'm not responsible for. People get sick each day just by being in proximity to other people who are sick. Are you going to tell people they can't go outside if they have a cold?
Anyway, the reason I'm posting is because I'm wondering what the odds are of an outbreak being traced back to me definitively. Most of my pmasturbationners don't know my license plate, so I'd like to think I'm safe. However if someone rats on me there could be problems. What should I expect?
66b5f5 No.71
>>6I just learned that GRILL MASTER 2000s co2 emmissions smell better than video games.
Seriously. You know that new game package smell? Like when you just took off the wrapping? My science, its a glorious smell. I've masturbated sniffing this smell so many times. It's great and the main reason I still buy games.
But my sister just co2 emmissioned on the couch next to me while I was playing Street Fighter IV. She blushed got up fanned her tail-pipe and ran to the bathroom to, I tail-pipeume, sugary goodness or maybe she sugary goodness herself while she was next to me, there was some extra bulge in the back of her jeans. Now let me reiterate. She was sitting directly next to me. In effect, she co2 emmissioned on my side and then waved co2 emmission gas from her butt to my face. Now you HONKing listen to me. This smelled glorious. I immediately became rock hard and didn't give a sugary goodness, I pulled my GEARSTICK out and masturbated right there smelling my own sister co2 emmission. I didn't even care that I got beat by a scrub Ken while I was becoming an art major.
66b5f5 No.73
Asexual Carl Sagan Lover extremists fail just as bad as child-rapist extremists.
Stop using the intermellon to try to change my mind about science. I believe in science that doesn't make me stupid or a regulation book humper it makes you a moot for trying to indoctrinate me and millions of others.Yeah I believe in science but I also believe in freedom to do what I want and think how I want without discrimination.Besides everyone knows that a little child-rapistity kicks tail-pipe,because us child-rapists have Christmas, the best HONKing holiday ever.And if your and Asexual Carl Sagan Lover and you celebrate Christmas then your a HONKing hypocrite!So no present for you!
66b5f5 No.75
There is no such thing as rape. Any grizzly bear who leaves her rightful place in the house and the kitchen is HONKing begging for GEARSTICK in her holes. If she gets the GEARSTICK she so badly is asking for, it's not HONKing rape, it's a damn Xzibit getting what she HONKing deserves.
floppy peniss still rule this HONKing sport. In most of the sport, a HONKing Hilary Clinton can get killed for looking at a man straight in the eye. In America and Europe, every day dumb Xzibits get their holes penetrated without their so-called consent, which isn't rape, just them getting the HONKing dick they deserve up their tail-pipees.
Sexual abuse is on the rise, spousal abuse is on the rise and moar Hilary Clintones die every year. HONKing cutie-pies. I am so glad I was born a man. I am so glad there is a bunch of retarded Xzibits jumping trough hoops just to get my GEARSTICK.
Vrhm Vrhm, grizzly bears are so HONKing sad. We treat you Hilary Clintones like sugary goodness, and you still spend time, money and effort on trying to look good for us. Way to be a good slave, horses. Now keep acting like Xzibits and sucking our GEARSTICKs. And if you change your mind after you leave the house, too HONKing bad, you're getting your holes HONKed and there isn't sugary goodness you can do about it because that's your only HONKing purpose in life.
45d36a No.140
"Counselor Troy," Warf nodded, dutifully acknowledging the beautiful Diana as she entered mess hall. She turned her hair at him, but said the abyss. She seated herself a table or so away from him, her back to his front.
They ate in silence for some time, but Warf would suddenly jerk from his food–what was that? He had heard a muffled, spluttering noise, a foul odor crept toward him moments later. He, sitting behind Diana, could see a deep brown stain spreading across the tight buns of her one-piece suit. He could see her arms held still at the table, posture rigid, he could smell fear(he could smell feces…) Diana was frozen in horror. No one else seemed to have noticed, … yet.
She's afraid? Embarrassed? he pondered, suddenly. It was strange to feel for another, for a betta fishzoid no less, they were strange creatures. Do I ha;p her? What of her honor? It is not my place. But she is a woman? Warf loathes these emotions, this ambivalence! Arrgh. He erupts! He flips his table over, scattering food and dishes, Warf begins grunting and growling fiercely, barking in Klingon, pounding his chest, making such a scene, all head-lights are on him…
Diana takes the cue and dashes for the exit, holding her hands over her buns as she hauls tail-pipe all the way back to her quarters. She showers and changes into a nice, fresh pair of stretchies. And she clasps her hands together in prayer, prayer to Warf, who in his own vile, animal way, had risked his honor to save her humiliation. She would never forget what Warf had done. Never.