'WHAT HAPPENS NEXT WILL SHOCK YOU!'

The gash your husband Johnny Storm cut into your wheelchair seat so he can guide you over his dick like a breakfast bed tray....
 
That's no little bean, that's a fully formed gash.

The highway to tranny hell. His wife (that used up older model) says he has to dilate daily or find someone to dilate him so it doesn't seal itself shut, which would make it an expensive waste of elective surgery.
The crowd of partiers howl with laughter at Froods' magic trick of transforming micro penai to large festering gash while gently swaying, somewhat unevenly due to the broken pump, to his musical choice by Taylor Swift.
One of the revellers loudly cries out from the crowd, 'You know what we want you to do, Froo!'
 
Tell him. I already know he and his hubby are completely fucking gay.
Tsk tsk. Such antagonism.
If it wasn't for me, Storm, Ant, and Phrost you wouldn't even have the name 'Frood' at all, let alone your legendary status.
Oh well..
 
The crowd of partiers howl with laughter at Froods' magic trick of transforming micro penai to large festering gash while gently swaying, somewhat unevenly due to the broken pump, to his musical choice by Taylor Swift.
One of the revellers loudly cries out from the crowd, 'You know what we want you to do, Froo!'

Dude.... TMI.... keep your matrimonial fantasies to yourselves.
 
Tsk tsk. Such antagonism.
If it wasn't for me, Storm, Ant, and Phrost you wouldn't even have the name 'Frood' at all, let alone your legendary status.
Oh well..

You and the other retarded Cum Wranglers or whatever you called yourselves were the gayest thing to ever besiege Flametown. That was around the time a lot of people pulled the pin rather than read any more of your faggotry.

You killed FT with your gayness.
 
You and the other retarded Cum Wranglers or whatever you called yourselves were the gayest thing to ever besiege Flametown. That was around the time a lot of people pulled the pin rather than read any more of your faggotry.

You killed FT with your gayness.
Flametown died with no help from me fyi.

U mad, brah?
 
You and your retarded ilk made long time flamers and trolls cringe in embarrassment for posting anywhere near you...so they split.
Brah, they 'split' to 'YOUR'(meaning 'their' collectively) BOARDS!
My 'retarded ilk' did not follow.
How did those boards fare, huh?
Lulz
 
You simply never had the intellect required for word based mental warfare. Your posts were largely puerile, lacking in imagination, and you relied on others to make up enough for your glaringly obvious deficiencies.

...and you've only gotten worse with age.

Pretty soon you'll be posting at a Jack or Seaboobs level.
 
You simply never had the intellect required for word based mental warfare. Your posts were largely puerile, lacking in imagination, and you relied on others to make up enough for your glaringly obvious deficiencies.

...and you've only gotten worse with age.

Pretty soon you'll be posting at a Jack or Seaboobs level.
I think this thread says something different.
Regardless,
Don't get so upset.
'We' are fond of you Froodle. Embrace it!
Any attention is good attention-
Here anyway.
 
Dude, that was whack asf. Go away
It was whack.
I was listening to an old Art Bell 'Coast to Coast AM' broadcast from 1997 the other night and a caller talking about 'shadow people' sounded like a younger Vitty. Wouldn't surprise me one bit if it was him.
 
It was whack.
I was listening to an old Art Bell 'Coast to Coast AM' broadcast from 1997 the other night and a caller talking about 'shadow people' sounded like a younger Vitty. Wouldn't surprise me one bit if it was him.


Did he sound like he lives in a smoke filled shack in the backwoods of Kentucky? Probably was
 
It was whack.
I was listening to an old Art Bell 'Coast to Coast AM' broadcast from 1997 the other night and a caller talking about 'shadow people' sounded like a younger Vitty. Wouldn't surprise me one bit if it was him.

Don't joke around with those shadow fuckers. The one time I dived into the occult and followed instructions about meditation/Astral projection, 6 of those things bunched up around me in the middle of nowhere and I watched the closest one extend a shadowy finger and poked me in a closed eye.... which made it shed huge amounts of tears and was super painful.

You get that? Closed relaxed eyes... instant needle feeling and I sensed it doing it as it happened... I could see it like a TV screen in my mind.

I don't fuck with any of that shit anymore.... not even certain movie titles.
 
Don't joke around with those shadow fuckers. The one time I dived into the occult and followed instructions about meditation/Astral projection, 6 of those things bunched up around me in the middle of nowhere and I watched the closest one extend a shadowy finger and poked me in a closed eye.... which made it shed huge amounts of tears and was super painful.

You get that? Closed relaxed eyes... instant needle feeling and I sensed it doing it as it happened... I could see it like a TV screen in my mind.

I don't fuck with any of that shit anymore.... not even certain movie titles.


Wait what? What do you mean certain movie titles?
 
Don't joke around with those shadow fuckers. The one time I dived into the occult and followed instructions about meditation/Astral projection, 6 of those things bunched up around me in the middle of nowhere and I watched the closest one extend a shadowy finger and poked me in a closed eye.... which made it shed huge amounts of tears and was super painful.

You get that? Closed relaxed eyes... instant needle feeling and I sensed it doing it as it happened... I could see it like a TV screen in my mind.

I don't fuck with any of that shit anymore.... not even certain movie titles.
Jesus Christ. There's no question at all you were a regular caller. Art had you on speed dial.