Franklin >
2009-07-17 18:19:09 UTC
Our society is breeding a generation of panty waisted sissy marys who
quake at the thought pushing the envelope. Without anti lock brakes
and GPS I couldn't find my collective arse to wipe off the dingle
berries. Thank God I'll die politically correct with a full load of
estrogen coursing through my manly 10" arms and smooth satiny 12"
pencil neck.
Well yeah, Monkey... See the Stall thread about all the Sunday Blue skyquake at the thought pushing the envelope. Without anti lock brakes
and GPS I couldn't find my collective arse to wipe off the dingle
berries. Thank God I'll die politically correct with a full load of
estrogen coursing through my manly 10" arms and smooth satiny 12"
pencil neck.
cowboys who crap their satin panties when they get some buffet let
alone a full stall. I love them, the near-death feeling brings *me*
alive.
I wear Vasque Sundowners most of the time. Look them up. You couldn't
afford them along side your taxpayer funded video games because even so
called enlightened societal structures know useless assholes like you
don't deserve that standard of living. Fact is, you own no such thing
for two reasons. You're a bloodsucker who doesn't rate them of course,
and you don't spend enough time standing upright to warrant owning
shoes in the first place.
It's obvious someone struck a nerve, you actually do realize how much
alike you and Dudley Henriques are, and you're lying your ass off trying
to win back a bit of the dignity you never had.
Sorry it didn't work out. ;)