No. I'm pretty sure that people stop having sex when they're about 40ish. Especially Grandparents.
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No. I'm pretty sure that people stop having sex when they're about 40ish. Especially Grandparents.
I plan on beating him to death with his kids. I'll use them as a bludgeon on his face. -
--Good for them if they survive.
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Poor Allen, he'll be there in a few years and he's never even got started
I plan on beating him to death with his kids. I'll use them as a bludgeon on his face. -
--Good for them if they survive.
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Couldn't blame him, like. That was one ugly fucking cat.
Edit: The cat, not Allen.
Last edited by chalice; 12-16-2011 at 04:43 PM.
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That's me, not the cat.
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I had a meow once, twice, three times, we actually danced every step of the way, running too.
Then suddenly Out of nowhere a shadowy woman came to the house to find all of them a new home at a cat cult,
Meanwhile one of them had its tail cut off in the door accidentally just the end of the tail, and the little one was squashed by avan.
From that day the world was turned into a slaughter-house. Bloodshed, murder, why?
Last edited by Alien5; 12-16-2011 at 05:59 PM.
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Shite, Allen. That was almost dead good. I was with you til the latter stages.Originally Posted by Alien5
The last line was the most poetic but also the wankiest.
I think that's something we can all learn from
I plan on beating him to death with his kids. I'll use them as a bludgeon on his face. -
--Good for them if they survive.
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For some reason, this post made me smile. However, I somehow get the feeling that was not the appropriate response.
Perhaps, I'm just a sucker for properly punctuated paragraphs...
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The ten year old has just spilled milk on the misuss's laptop. Shorted out the mobo to the max. Dead as fuck.
It's WW3 here and it'll be me who suffers. Wank a doodle do do.
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Loudly avow to claim on the house insurance, send the milk-spiller to her room. Tell the missus she was too harsh on the we'an, ensuring you get the silent treatment.
Retire to your quarters. Get wopped.
Where's your problem gone now, Jeremy.
I plan on beating him to death with his kids. I'll use them as a bludgeon on his face. -
--Good for them if they survive.
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Result. Especially the getting wopped part. If I send her to bed, she'll prolly just stick her fingers in a plug socket out of boredom, innit. Caught her eating a coke tin last night. True story.
That's about the fourth computer she's laid waste to. I kid you not. She doesn't give a fuck.
Last edited by chalice; 12-16-2011 at 06:41 PM.
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