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[SirSuperSouthern]

This ain't the kinda shit I worry about, care about. But I've been both told and smelt the gross sexual contact in secrecy between Stinky and Pile. What a fuckin' pair... of sleazy dirty cunts whom I fucking look waaaaay down upon. Here, for starters, Pile called me a shit stain. Now is that an insult?

*siiiiiigh* goddammit, the photographer didn't click it when s/he shoulda. I'm still a toosh shakin' God of the catwalk, but I may have a few extra rT's layin' around to send to Blasted so long as he does his job right.


So who the fuck are you? You're on a flameboard with the likes of someone who's been in the big city for decades. Now I walk around naked in these dark alleys, lookin' for stale meat, which this used up dump is fulla. WAS fulla. Now it's as empty as my goddamn beer that magically fuckin' evaporated or some shit. I'm lookin' at kids in those isles while their parents are debating which wine to take: the one at 15%, or the one rT at 13.5%.


Frankly, if I were in some guy's shoes like that, I'd smack that cunt around under the camera. Fuck the offspring, it'll get fucked soon enough. Alls I'm fuckin' pointing out is that for five thousand more rT's, we could get a stronger (homonym) bottle to get fucked up with.


You got me, yes, I ain't sharin' no pretty purple juice. I am going to share its lovely effects though. Eh, it makes boring nights gunzablazin fun, am I right?


I'm drunk, you're slightly buzzed, I'm the raging fucking bull. My lap is open to any of you at the moment, my


So, wimps, did you catch something you think you could skillfully use against me? Do it! We're all here for one reason, and you faggots all seem like a gaggle of folded hands who don't know what the fuck to do any more. You're old, women included, unlike me - a man of a million faces with double the charm.


You read me, wish you could play the game like you should know how to do by now but you can't. I might've added some extra anxiety to that last line but none of you are worth the extra blow you give your coffee before you'll sulk your ways back to the end of the lines for seconds. Your broke ass needs protein, strawberry powered mixed with crack. Fuck you, I'll kill you in more ways than one...





SSS

- get some

 

[UncleDiLF]

LoL, what a fluffer you are. When I did these threads, ratings went up! Google were highlighting us, because I drewed STAR POWER!!!

How long did you FatherFucker take for this? 30 minutes? 1 hour?

You won't never get on my level. Let me POWER FART against your fat skull: PPPPRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!

 

[X]

power fart ..?? what size rainbow spandex does a fahhgit like you wear ?? you sound like a diddling Dr Suess ...

 

[UncleDiLF]

power fart ..?? what size rainbow spandex does a fahhgit like you wear ?? you sound like a diddling Dr Suess ...

So funny how you defend you CP addicted deep web visiting scum friend Gyro.

YOu are a nobody. I am OFFICIAL UncleDiLF®, world heavyweight champion and internet legend!

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And what about you? What was your name again? Chump!

 

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(:

 

[X]

OOOooo EEeeeeee lookit Mr.20 year internet man defend his gayness :LMAO:

Tell me again how you sit in front of your 'pooter for 20 years lolol

 

[X]

'been drugged' is that your MO ? drug 'em and pork 'em ? Mr. I pretend I'm other people for 20 years :LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO::LMAO:

 

[Vile_Vixen]

 

[Oliver Shagnasty]

This ain't the kinda shit I worry about, care about. But I've been both told and smelt the gross sexual contact in secrecy between Stinky and Pile. What a fuckin' pair... of sleazy dirty cunts whom I fucking look waaaaay down upon. Here, for starters, Pile called me a shit stain. Now is that an insult?

*siiiiiigh* goddammit, the photographer didn't click it when s/he shoulda. I'm still a toosh shakin' God of the catwalk, but I may have a few extra rT's layin' around to send to Blasted so long as he does his job right.


So who the fuck are you? You're on a flameboard with the likes of someone who's been in the big city for decades. Now I walk around naked in these dark alleys, lookin' for stale meat, which this used up dump is fulla. WAS fulla. Now it's as empty as my goddamn beer that magically fuckin' evaporated or some shit. I'm lookin' at kids in those isles while their parents are debating which wine to take: the one at 15%, or the one rT at 13.5%.


Frankly, if I were in some guy's shoes like that, I'd smack that cunt around under the camera. Fuck the offspring, it'll get fucked soon enough. Alls I'm fuckin' pointing out is that for five thousand more rT's, we could get a stronger (homonym) bottle to get fucked up with.


You got me, yes, I ain't sharin' no pretty purple juice. I am going to share its lovely effects though. Eh, it makes boring nights gunzablazin fun, am I right?


I'm drunk, you're slightly buzzed, I'm the raging fucking bull. My lap is open to any of you at the moment, my


So, wimps, did you catch something you think you could skillfully use against me? Do it! We're all here for one reason, and you faggots all seem like a gaggle of folded hands who don't know what the fuck to do any more. You're old, women included, unlike me - a man of a million faces with double the charm.


You read me, wish you could play the game like you should know how to do by now but you can't. I might've added some extra anxiety to that last line but none of you are worth the extra blow you give your coffee before you'll sulk your ways back to the end of the lines for seconds. Your broke ass needs protein, strawberry powered mixed with crack. Fuck you, I'll kill you in more ways than one...





SSS

- get some

What a great song. Wish Brockie would've done more of these albums.

 

[SHAMPAIN]

This ain't the kinda shit I worry about, care about. But I've been both told and smelt the gross sexual contact in secrecy between Stinky and Pile. What a fuckin' pair... of sleazy dirty cunts whom I fucking look waaaaay down upon. Here, for starters, Pile called me a shit stain. Now is that an insult?

*siiiiiigh* goddammit, the photographer didn't click it when s/he shoulda. I'm still a toosh shakin' God of the catwalk, but I may have a few extra rT's layin' around to send to Blasted so long as he does his job right.


So who the fuck are you? You're on a flameboard with the likes of someone who's been in the big city for decades. Now I walk around naked in these dark alleys, lookin' for stale meat, which this used up dump is fulla. WAS fulla. Now it's as empty as my goddamn beer that magically fuckin' evaporated or some shit. I'm lookin' at kids in those isles while their parents are debating which wine to take: the one at 15%, or the one rT at 13.5%.


Frankly, if I were in some guy's shoes like that, I'd smack that cunt around under the camera. Fuck the offspring, it'll get fucked soon enough. Alls I'm fuckin' pointing out is that for five thousand more rT's, we could get a stronger (homonym) bottle to get fucked up with.


You got me, yes, I ain't sharin' no pretty purple juice. I am going to share its lovely effects though. Eh, it makes boring nights gunzablazin fun, am I right?


I'm drunk, you're slightly buzzed, I'm the raging fucking bull. My lap is open to any of you at the moment, my


So, wimps, did you catch something you think you could skillfully use against me? Do it! We're all here for one reason, and you faggots all seem like a gaggle of folded hands who don't know what the fuck to do any more. You're old, women included, unlike me - a man of a million faces with double the charm.


You read me, wish you could play the game like you should know how to do by now but you can't. I might've added some extra anxiety to that last line but none of you are worth the extra blow you give your coffee before you'll sulk your ways back to the end of the lines for seconds. Your broke ass needs protein, strawberry powered mixed with crack. Fuck you, I'll kill you in more ways than one...





SSS

- get some

 

[SirSuperSouthern]

Whoa! Uuuh, that guy's lyrics make even less sense than my previous post on this page, but goddamn that's a jam! Is that Uncle Dilf on stage wearing clown pants and a laughably thin comb-over?

So when the guy disappears for a minute, the first thought I had was that he went back to snort SSS dick sized lines, then right after reappearing that G confirmed my guess by re-enacting the trendy fetish of trying your hardest to snort a line that huge with just one breath.

Dead duck? A man who can dance who goes by a name other than Michael Jackson? Uncle Dilf? *tosses hands in the air* Thank fuck for those old VHS cameras, I'd have stopped reading about that performance because I'd assume that the hack was both full of shit and on better drugs than I've ever got my hands on.

I'm annoyed that I could only give it one thumb up. Something else is now up, looking for a Scottish nostril to stuff; kinda like Arnold did on Mars when he pulled that huge tracking device out of his nose...




SSS
- sober now, but if I could rob that legend's dealer I would be jotting down good ideas to do it successfully without shooting that many ginggers.

 

[SHAMPAIN]

Whoa! Uuuh, that guy's lyrics make even less sense than my previous post on this page, but goddamn that's a jam! Is that Uncle Dilf on stage wearing clown pants and a laughably thin comb-over?

So when the guy disappears for a minute, the first thought I had was that he went back to snort SSS dick sized lines, then right after reappearing that G confirmed my guess by re-enacting the trendy fetish of trying your hardest to snort a line that huge with just one breath.

Dead duck? A man who can dance who goes by a name other than Michael Jackson? Uncle Dilf? *tosses hands in the air* Thank fuck for those old VHS cameras, I'd have stopped reading about that performance because I'd assume that the hack was both full of shit and on better drugs than I've ever got my hands on.

I'm annoyed that I could only give it one thumb up. Something else is now up, looking for a Scottish nostril to stuff; kinda like Arnold did on Mars when he pulled that huge tracking device out of his nose...




SSS
- sober now, but if I could rob that legend's dealer I would be jotting down good ideas to do it successfully without shooting that many ginggers.

 

[SirSuperSouthern]

Whose accent is more annoying in that clip? I'm amazed that they're both technically speaking English and able to understand each other.

The good news is that you can listen to me calmly explain what it means to be a Texan on the internet. It only runs for 38 seconds. The guy I was talking to/about is still running:

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Better news? I have a few rants I've been thinking about vocally expressing here, about you, dipshit!




SSS
- I should've been a newscaster before they began sticking all of those fucking minorities on them.

 

[TheHaze]

What's the differants between the Rolling Stones and a Scottish man ?

Rolling stones say Hey you get off of my cloud -

Scottish man say Hey McCloud get off of my ewe - - - - - - - - -

 

[SirSuperSouthern]

Yo Haze, never let me catch you trying to post in one of my threads again. Was ^ that garble supposed to be a joke? Was it something you assumed we all needed to know about? Your fucking avatar even sucks as bad as Vile's new one. That ass, thankfully not g-strung, would make fucking her doggy style feel like a goddamn chore that just helps make you think up new excuses to tell her.

I'm gonna go ahead and assume that the dog and that flat sewer staining yellow blight on this planet are supposed to be added together for a clever, artistic way to show G rated "doggy style". Fucking pathetic. Never post in one of my threads again, or anywhere else "eithe", for that matter..

Now I gotta go digging through all my violent gore to find a picture able to push this thread back into something worth skimming:

She just made this thread un-Dumpsterable, despite your terrible post that makes me wish I never learned to read...




SSS
- She ain't fat, she's phat!

 

[SHAMPAIN]

Yo Haze, never let me catch you trying to post in one of my threads again. Was ^ that garble supposed to be a joke? Was it something you assumed we all needed to know about? Your fucking avatar even sucks as bad as Vile's new one. That ass, thankfully not g-strung, would make fucking her doggy style feel like a goddamn chore that just helps make you think up new excuses to tell her.

I'm gonna go ahead and assume that the dog and that flat sewer staining yellow blight on this planet are supposed to be added together for a clever, artistic way to show G rated "doggy style". Fucking pathetic. Never post in one of my threads again, or anywhere else "eithe", for that matter..

Now I gotta go digging through all my violent gore to find a picture able to push this thread back into something worth skimming:

She just made this thread un-Dumpsterable, despite your terrible post that makes me wish I never learned to read...




SSS
- She ain't fat, she's phat!

Your face is fat and resembles a perfect circle drew with a pencil and compass...

 

[SirSuperSouthern]

Which one is the werewolf?

 

[SirSuperSouthern]

Now, getting back to the important bullshit, in yet one more of my priceless presents to this gaggle of fuckhumps who like flat asses, let us get back to that bitch I posted.

What if, like, you finally went out to buy a new bed because your mattress now looks like a taco shell after years of you laying in it around 19 hours a day. You fall into a special mobile cart and proceed to go up and down the isles at whatever Dollar Store that sells beds and accepts rT-faced cash.

Then you see it: A brand new, brand name mattress that comes with that breast queen who only leaves the bed once she's swallowed the last drop of your post-cumshot. *blink* Goooonnnneee. Then you wake up and she's not there snoring, she didn't return and you want your rT's back, goddammit! You get up (somehow), take your pills, and add a few more viagra so you can jerk off to the memory of that fantastic dream-like occurrence of genuine bliss.

You begin to feel movement under your belly that stopped being called "your beachball" because you could stuff about ten of 'em in there now after years and years of eating Double-Brent's every fucking time you passed a McDonald's. Hey, the advantage of that is that your arms look pretty good because you lift weights every day when you need to piss. For some reason, I just tried to imagine how much porcelain could still be seen once you sat on one. My feelings meter doesn't know which way to go on that one. I'm a fuckin' weirdo, according to my family.

Any damn way, after being on your feet for about fifteen minutes, you sadly wobble back to your taco-in-the-making when you see her there again! Fuuuuuuuck JEAUH! She's up for/down to both thick-lick AND tongue spear your double-fistable butthole. And belly button, if the bitch could find it.

Then reality pleasantly strikes down from somewhere - ceiling crumbs from your fat mother trying to make it to the toilet in time. Like I-35 traffic, you gotta start your journies two hours early. *shrug* Mommas always know best. Back to the tits that everyone on the planet would pay one million rT's for a glimpse at that angel's nipples - she's SUCH a fucking tease, dammit! But not for you, you bought the bitch and she only reappears when you feel like bustin' a big nut or need help wiping your ass...





SSS
- the end

 

[RAVEN]

Who the fuck are you ? :)

 

[SHAMPAIN]

Now, getting back to the important bullshit, in yet one more of my priceless presents to this gaggle of fuckhumps who like flat asses, let us get back to that bitch I posted.

What if, like, you finally went out to buy a new bed because your mattress now looks like a taco shell after years of you laying in it around 19 hours a day. You fall into a special mobile cart and proceed to go up and down the isles at whatever Dollar Store that sells beds and accepts rT-faced cash.

Then you see it: A brand new, brand name mattress that comes with that breast queen who only leaves the bed once she's swallowed the last drop of your post-cumshot. *blink* Goooonnnneee. Then you wake up and she's not there snoring, she didn't return and you want your rT's back, goddammit! You get up (somehow), take your pills, and add a few more viagra so you can jerk off to the memory of that fantastic dream-like occurrence of genuine bliss.

You begin to feel movement under your belly that stopped being called "your beachball" because you could stuff about ten of 'em in there now after years and years of eating Double-Brent's every fucking time you passed a McDonald's. Hey, the advantage of that is that your arms look pretty good because you lift weights every day when you need to piss. For some reason, I just tried to imagine how much porcelain could still be seen once you sat on one. My feelings meter doesn't know which way to go on that one. I'm a fuckin' weirdo, according to my family.

Any damn way, after being on your feet for about fifteen minutes, you sadly wobble back to your taco-in-the-making when you see her there again! Fuuuuuuuck JEAUH! She's up for/down to both thick-lick AND tongue spear your double-fistable butthole. And belly button, if the bitch could find it.

Then reality pleasantly strikes down from somewhere - ceiling crumbs from your fat mother trying to make it to the toilet in time. Like I-35 traffic, you gotta start your journies two hours early. *shrug* Mommas always know best. Back to the tits that everyone on the planet would pay one million rT's for a glimpse at that angel's nipples - she's SUCH a fucking tease, dammit! But not for you, you bought the bitch and she only reappears when you feel like bustin' a big nut or need help wiping your ass...





SSS
- the end

Do you fuckin fancy me or something? Get real! :SmokeBreak2:

 

[SirSuperSouthern]

You're openly smoking a cigarette after reading my story about you. How embarrassing...




SSS
- All my bitches do.

 

[Seamajor]

Makes me wonder why people pay to kill themselves? Fucking weird

 

[Oliver Shagnasty]

Who the fuck are you ? :)

He's a scumdog my baby!

 

[TheHaze]

[QUOTE="SirSuperSouthern, post:

Now I gotta go digging through all my violent gore to find a picture able to push this thread back into something worth skimming:

She just made this thread un-Dumpsterable, despite your terrible post that makes me wish I never learned to read...




SSS
- She ain't fat, she's phat![/QUOTE]

Bet you had to dig deep to find that deform freak tittie slut among all your gay shit and thinking this is more your speed>>>>>

 

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Who the fuck are you ? :)

He's a scumdog my baby!

... Not your

BABY !!!





..

 

[Oliver Shagnasty]

Who the fuck are you ? :)

He's a scumdog my baby!

... Not your

BABY !!!





..

Give it a rest you homo before suplex your dirty faggit Ass!

 

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It's clean ...I washed it

 

[Oliver Shagnasty]

It's clean ...I washed it

Washed it in wat?
Elephant jizz??

 

[X]

Then it woodn't be clean wood it ?


Canada Vs.Sweden is on .. SinClair scores one I called it!

 

[Oliver Shagnasty]

I'll fuck you stinky...