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Originally Posted by Toilet & Bowels

so they don't do anything you can't already do. buddy lists are for pussies, ignore lists are much better.


back to the cock-stroking!

Yeah, what he said.

Now I wish I did have that proverbial left nut.

[Toilet & Bowels]

Originally Posted by truncated

Yeah, what he said.

Now I wish I did have that proverbial left nut.

well you'd need a cock and right ball to go with it, your left ball would look a bit odd on it's lonesome

[RIPfrey05]

shit i dont have one.
i need to be here more but im always outdoors and retarded

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Originally Posted by Toilet & Bowels

well you'd need a cock and right ball to go with it, your left ball would look a bit odd on it's lonesome

Maybe. But then my crew could call me Cyclops.

[Toilet & Bowels]

Originally Posted by truncated

Maybe. But then my crew could call me Cyclops.

if you grew a cock then you really would be trunk-ated!

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Originally Posted by Toilet & Bowels

if you grew a cock then you really would be trunk-ated!

Haha!

 

[Toilet & Bowels]

Originally Posted by truncated

Haha!

get your laughing gear round this darlin'

 

i used to know a girl who found it exciting when guys wore one of these
http://www.wildfree.com/Merchant2/me...t_cod e=sh412
luckily i didn't know her in that way

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Who is this girl?

She deserves to die.

[Toilet & Bowels]

actually, she was my ex-girlfriend, but she didn't develope that pecadillo until a few years after we broke up.

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Originally Posted by Toilet & Bowels

actually, she was my ex-girlfriend, but she didn't develope that pecadillo until a few years after we broke up.

Uh-huh. "Pachy."

[Toilet & Bowels]

Originally Posted by truncated

Uh-huh. "Pachy."

When i went out with her (secondary school) she was this fearful virgin, but years later she was into all kinds of weird shit, like trampling.

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Originally Posted by Toilet & Bowels

When i went out with her (secondary school) she was this fearful virgin, but years later she was into all kinds of weird shit, like trampling.

Gee, I wonder how that happened.

[Glice]

Oh, the wrong. The wrong of it all.

I don't have a buddy or ignore list. I'm still trying to convince myself that I don't care, I am a proper cynic, and I don't spend most of my time on the internet like a geek.

Which I'm sure you'll all back me up on.

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Originally Posted by Glice

Oh, the wrong. The wrong of it all.

I don't have a buddy or ignore list. I'm still trying to convince myself that I don't care, I am a proper cynic, and I don't spend most of my time on the internet like a geek.

Which I'm sure you'll all back me up on.

Even sadder than that? I DO have 2 instant messaging programs, and collectively, I have four people on my buddy lists. I can't even geek it up properly.

[Glice]

I think the saddest person must be the person who got pulled-up by an administrator for creating a troll from the same IP. That did make me laugh, and made me feel slightly better about my geekishness.

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Originally Posted by Glice

I think the saddest person must be the person who got pulled-up by an administrator for creating a troll from the same IP. That did make me laugh, and made me feel slightly better about my geekishness.

Oh no, I merely found that pitiful, and I cringed in empathetic embarrassment and despair.

All I could envision was this self-satisfied, smug little prick couched in his ergonomic desk chair, surrounded by a litter of Pepsi cans and half-empty Cheetos bags, crowing to himself with delight at his self-purported online "victories."

He clicks expectantly on the thread to see which new victim has fallen prey to his instigatory remarks, and his eyes fall upon chabib's revelation.

The reaction is slow, almost dream-like - you can actually see the muscles in his face slacken; his shoulders slump; his jaw hinge open slightly; his eyes widen and glaze over; his upper teeth catch hold of his bottom lip -

You can feel the icy, leaden ball of dread that has formed in the pit of his stomach; his testicles shrinking, trying vainly to scramble up into his gut. The realization that his perceivedly infallible attempts to best his peers blows apart, leaving him lying amongst the debris of ridicule and social defeat.

In that brief moment before he forces a dismissive reply to save face, you can, ladies and gentleman, witness the poetic vestiges of a fallen narcissist.

You would shed a tear with the poignancy of it all, if he weren't such an insufferable cocksucker.

[Glice]

Whew. I was reading that wonderful litlle vignette and worrying slightly... a small feeling of dread... and then bam!

You said cock.

And all was well in the world again.

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I planned it that way, because I'm just that good.

[jon boy]

Originally Posted by Toilet & Bowels

When i went out with her (secondary school) she was this fearful virgin, but years later she was into all kinds of weird shit, like trampling.

its always the way. the loud ones become quiet and quiet ones become loud.

as for buddy list, its pretty useless. i think that they are to sex up your profile and let you know when someone on your list has logged in but they are for the type of people who love myspace and make a big effort into creating a page for that.

[Toilet & Bowels]

Originally Posted by truncated

Oh no, I merely found that pitiful, and I cringed in empathetic embarrassment and despair.

All I could envision was this self-satisfied, smug little prick couched in his ergonomic desk chair, surrounded by a litter of Pepsi cans and half-empty Cheetos bags, crowing to himself with delight at his self-purported online "victories."

He clicks expectantly on the thread to see which new victim has fallen prey to his instigatory remarks, and his eyes fall upon chabib's revelation.

The reaction is slow, almost dream-like - you can actually see the muscles in his face slacken; his shoulders slump; his jaw hinge open slightly; his eyes widen and glaze over; his upper teeth catch hold of his bottom lip -

You can feel the icy, leaden ball of dread that has formed in the pit of his stomach; his testicles shrinking, trying vainly to scramble up into his gut. The realization that his perceivedly infallible attempts to best his peers blows apart, leaving him lying amongst the debris of ridicule and social defeat.

In that brief moment before he forces a dismissive reply to save face, you can, ladies and gentleman, witness the poetic vestiges of a fallen narcissist.

You would shed a tear with the poignancy of it all, if he weren't such an insufferable cocksucker.

who does this refer to or is it hypothetical?