Hole69
05-27-2013, 07:22 AM
So, I had a sensational idea:
This is a megathread starring FST favourite ultra-mega-super-spastic OlegL. It now has its own story! To participate is easy, I'll start with no more than three - four sentences, and everyone else who posts after writes another three - four sentences, endlessly about the ultra-mega-super-spastic OlegL. Keep any other comments about its spasticness to other threads. So, to start:
One day, after failing all its classes (for the 69th time too, fuck me sideways) OlegL, being perpetually depressed, snorted 3 lines of nutmeg doused in DranO (it couldn't afford real drugs) and decided to (finally, after years and years and years) try its luck at its local brothel. Unbeknownst to it, its local brothel specialised in fat assed black bitches, and today was fried chicken and watermelon day! So off OlegL went, high as fuck, shaky as fuck, with only $6.90 in its pockets (and it was spare change too, the cheap spastic fuck). It sloped down the streets, trying in vain not to look at anyone, as its sheer spastic face would cause instant fucking manic seizures. It hesitatingly entered the dimly lit whorehouse, smelling fried chicken, black cuntflaps and crack . . . . . .
This is a megathread starring FST favourite ultra-mega-super-spastic OlegL. It now has its own story! To participate is easy, I'll start with no more than three - four sentences, and everyone else who posts after writes another three - four sentences, endlessly about the ultra-mega-super-spastic OlegL. Keep any other comments about its spasticness to other threads. So, to start:
One day, after failing all its classes (for the 69th time too, fuck me sideways) OlegL, being perpetually depressed, snorted 3 lines of nutmeg doused in DranO (it couldn't afford real drugs) and decided to (finally, after years and years and years) try its luck at its local brothel. Unbeknownst to it, its local brothel specialised in fat assed black bitches, and today was fried chicken and watermelon day! So off OlegL went, high as fuck, shaky as fuck, with only $6.90 in its pockets (and it was spare change too, the cheap spastic fuck). It sloped down the streets, trying in vain not to look at anyone, as its sheer spastic face would cause instant fucking manic seizures. It hesitatingly entered the dimly lit whorehouse, smelling fried chicken, black cuntflaps and crack . . . . . .