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Started by Suu, October 24, 2013, 02:56:31 AM

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Mesozoic Mister Nigel

Quote from: Eater of Clowns on October 24, 2013, 03:48:14 AM
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In the summer, at night, the people across the street can see directly into my living room. So when I make the sweet body music with my dear girlfriend, rather than showing them her glorious form, I make sure to bend over and give them a good look into my hairy brown eye, just in case.

I wish I could do that.  I mean, they get the hair, but there's too much hair for them to get the rest.

Yeah, that's unfortunate. For the full effect, you really need that faint glimpse of pale, quivering mass underneath. A flesh undulating and hidden beneath that tangle of scraggley, furious hair. It reflects the moonlight and there, peeking from within, the nightmare of dank knot. An exit from a world of woes, a hellish portal created seemingly for malevolence alone. And beyond that, just shy of a furiously flapping scrotum bedecked in more wirey insulation, a plane of skin that has never seen a happy day and never will.

And then, just briefly, in the fraction of a second betweeen the spectacle catching your eye and the wracking shudder that follows, you know that taint all to well. For that moment, you are the taint. Then you are changed forever.

Oh no. Oh no. THIS is the best ever.  :lulz:
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


Suu

Quote from: Eater of Clowns on October 24, 2013, 03:53:57 AM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 24, 2013, 03:49:34 AM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on October 24, 2013, 03:48:14 AM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 24, 2013, 03:22:05 AM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on October 24, 2013, 03:21:00 AM
In the summer, at night, the people across the street can see directly into my living room. So when I make the sweet body music with my dear girlfriend, rather than showing them her glorious form, I make sure to bend over and give them a good look into my hairy brown eye, just in case.

I wish I could do that.  I mean, they get the hair, but there's too much hair for them to get the rest.

Yeah, that's unfortunate. For the full effect, you really need that faint glimpse of pale, quivering mass underneath. A flesh undulating and hidden beneath that tangle of scraggley, furious hair. It reflects the moonlight and there, peeking from within, the nightmare of dank knot. An exit from a world of woes, a hellish portal created seemingly for malevolence alone. And beyond that, just shy of a furiously flapping scrotum bedecked in more wirey insulation, a plane of skin that has never seen a happy day and never will.

And then, just briefly, in the fraction of a second betweeen the spectacle catching your eye and the wracking shudder that follows, you know that taint all to well. For that moment, you are the taint. Then you are changed forever.

I don't feel very pretty right now.   :sad:

Hush.

You are beautiful.   :eek:

Holy.
Fucking.
:potd:
Sovereign Episkopos-Princess Kaousuu; Esq., Battle Nun, Bene Gesserit.
Our Lady of Perpetual Confusion; 1st Church of Discordia

"Add a dab of lavender to milk, leave town with an orange, and pretend you're laughing at it."

Ben Shapiro

Quote from: Suu on October 24, 2013, 04:28:39 AM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on October 24, 2013, 03:53:57 AM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 24, 2013, 03:49:34 AM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on October 24, 2013, 03:48:14 AM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on October 24, 2013, 03:22:05 AM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on October 24, 2013, 03:21:00 AM
In the summer, at night, the people across the street can see directly into my living room. So when I make the sweet body music with my dear girlfriend, rather than showing them her glorious form, I make sure to bend over and give them a good look into my hairy brown eye, just in case.

I wish I could do that.  I mean, they get the hair, but there's too much hair for them to get the rest.

Yeah, that's unfortunate. For the full effect, you really need that faint glimpse of pale, quivering mass underneath. A flesh undulating and hidden beneath that tangle of scraggley, furious hair. It reflects the moonlight and there, peeking from within, the nightmare of dank knot. An exit from a world of woes, a hellish portal created seemingly for malevolence alone. And beyond that, just shy of a furiously flapping scrotum bedecked in more wirey insulation, a plane of skin that has never seen a happy day and never will.

And then, just briefly, in the fraction of a second betweeen the spectacle catching your eye and the wracking shudder that follows, you know that taint all to well. For that moment, you are the taint. Then you are changed forever.

I don't feel very pretty right now.   :sad:

Hush.

You are beautiful.   :eek:

Holy.
Fucking.
:potd:


:lolz:

Anna Mae Bollocks

If you gaze into the taint, the taint gazes also at you.
Scantily-Clad Inspector of Gigantic and Unnecessary Cashews, Texas Division

Richter

You need to see them, almost by chance, in passing on the street.  Look them full in the eyes and smile - nicely, no overdoing it.  In a mid-civil voice just ay "Hi..."

As they stutter to reply turn it on full cold and growl  "Perv.", and walk away. 


Start a pool on how quickly they become "Feminists"
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on May 22, 2015, 03:00:53 AM
Anyone ever think about how Richter inhabits the same reality as you and just scream and scream and scream, but in a good way?   :lulz:

Friendly Neighborhood Mentat

Suu

I do plan to have every goddamn window drawn during the sex toy party next month. Wave those schlongs around, girls!
Sovereign Episkopos-Princess Kaousuu; Esq., Battle Nun, Bene Gesserit.
Our Lady of Perpetual Confusion; 1st Church of Discordia

"Add a dab of lavender to milk, leave town with an orange, and pretend you're laughing at it."