*chuckle* <BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>You stare longingly into the cowboys eyes, and you can feel that there truly is passion in this man, and Bubba, well, you like Bubba for a hole other reason. The cowboy, who calls himself Tasper, speaks these words to you, "I would rather have this bottle in front of me than, a frontal lobatamy." From there I... ------------- Then next we do some firemen porn. we run into the burning building to save the helpless woman, but instead soon as we get there we shoot her in the face with a fire hose, fuck her and leave her to burn. ------------- Okay this next thing takes good timing. Okay find a new girl and start going down on her. When she gets into it, pull out some industrial strength super glue and glue her cunt lips together. then in a matter of seconds, your buddy needs to run in with a sledge hammer and smash her hip while your second friend runs in and drops kicks her head. then you wake her up tell her it was a dream, then punch her in the nose and cum on her face for a jelly donut. --------------- After you jelly donut on her, you tell her how sorry you are and how much of a sinner you are. Then you cum on your own face and kill yourself by taking your own neck in your hands and breaking it yourself. Then I crucify you, and wait until that bitch dies, and then crucify her too, but turn her cross inverted, ala Deicide style, and then make you two 69 each other while crucified, then I put a grenade in your ass and watch your shit catapult everywhere all over the place. Hope you orgasmed first, you unlucky fuck.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>You stare longingly into the cowboys eyes, and you can feel that there truly is passion in this man, and Bubba, well, you like Bubba for a whole other reason. The cowboy, who calls himself Tasper, speaks these words to you, "I would rather have this bottle in front of me than, a frontal lobatamy." From there I... ------------- QUOTE][/B]<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> This is the part I wrote, its not that sick, but if this isn't what was expected what was she thinking, this is what happens when sick fucks like us get our hands on these sort of toys.
i was feeling quite jovial when i wrote this..... the bum was just sitting there....sitting there begging like a dog. It disgusted me, the scrawny dog tied to him with a frayed piece of string, the foul stench eminating from him and the shitty cardboard sign scribbled with hungry please help. Now you gotta understand that being a girls not easy round here especially with the shit i get from LT so i have to find ways to relax. As you can imagine there aint a lot for an attractive young woman around here so i began nurturing my own fetid desires. The blade was strapped to my thigh, its cold metal feel - like a euphoric glow of pleasure under my grasp. I had purchased my new tool a few days before, after my old cleaver snapped as i was butchering a small kitten that belonged to the seven year old accross the street. As i was severing the 4th leg it drove deep into the soil and struck a large boulder causing the shaft to split in my hand The bum looked dolefully up at me as i approached him, small gooey crusts had formed at the side of his mouth, his head was a mass of seething rotting fetid fleash. I could handle it no more, i grabbed the dog in one hand and drew my weapon with the other. The old bum looked up in suprise as i deftly swung the cleaver shaving about an inch of scalp from the mangy mutt. He still wore the same spaced/shocked expression when i presented him with th shaven flake of K9 skull. Obviously the mutt had not appreaciated this and was in its death throws as it lay convulsing on the floor spilling brain and blood everywhere wait till i start typing when im pissed off
