Nothing much man... Still giving it to your wife in all 3 holes... My bad should've told you that.. You probably dont even get one.. LMFAO.. also known as Laughing my fucking ass off...
You might try "IF" you had a pair! LOL ... But once I caught your silly little ass trying to worm its way up through the shitter, I'd be forced to slap the piss out of you ... LOLOLOL! you little nob job:)!!! Of course i'll be wearing gloves.
Canuck - I value your view, as I do Arse's, both coming from outside our media-controlled borders. It almost doesn't matter if you're right or wrong, objectively...just that you represent "world opinion", to some extent. As an American, I am deeply concerned about "world opinion". We aren't doing well in that area at all.
Saw a movie about the cold war years not long ago....a suspected (wrongly) Soviet spy was being grilled by our CIA, during which he said that the US "needed" the Soviet threat in order to justify it's military/industrial complex, when in fact, the Russians were "painting rust"...had no true depth. Ergo, we manufactured our own crisis for capitalistic purposes. It was a movie. Not reality. Scary...hollywood may have better intelligence than the White House. (Not serious here...in such things, the theatrical community is always retrospective).
But, hearing from abroad is important. Our own media is, clearly, self motivating....whatever brings listeners/viewers in large numbers is what sells. Some, I think, are relevant...some are not. Have trouble there.
Anyway, what you express about the US, if only it can be expressed in terms that are not offensive those who live here, can be valuable. There is that saying: "you are speaking so loud I can not hear what you are saying". Substitute for "loud" as you will.
Hymie the mime took one day at a time
I didn't like him, I thought he was slime
I considered a mime as committing a crime
That is until he started to rhyme
He'd rhyme with his hands,he'd rhyme with his feet
But he still wouldn't talk, he wouldn't cheat
He'd even be rhyming while trying to eat
Horrid to watch, but it was quite a feat
He'd rhyme while pretended to be in a box
He'd rhyme while he faked pulling up socks
He'd rhyme while feigning to wind up some clocks
nothing could stop him, we even threw rocks
He had to keep rhyming, he couldn't stop
He'd rhyme through the day 'till exhausted he'd drop
He'd stand there and do it in front of my shop
Thats why I decided to complain to a cop
They took him away and peered at his brain
His penchant for rhyming was causing such strain
He started to think "My career's down the drain!"
As the regular mimes looked on with disdain
The doctors decided that nothing was wrong
they gave him some aspirin and moved him along
"back with the police is where you belong"
He feared that in jail he'd be before long
They took him before a judge name of Lime
"Rhyming mimes are a crime! Your doing time!"
"Lock him up in the big house with the rest of the slime"
and up to the prison he started to climb
They locked him away, buried the key
But he picked the lock and was suddenly free
He hid in the forest amongst some debris
But sadly, poor Hymie was squished by a tree
they buried him deep, deep in the ground
The preacher looked up, pondered and frowned
"If a tree falls, and no one's around
and it lands on a mime, does he make a sound?"
"No more burgers," says a dejected cop, who goes on to show me his hands, raw and beaten. He says he has been digging out nothing but death all day.
"I've been in there with my bare hands, but it's just shit, body parts and dirt."
This day is different than the others have been. There is sense of gloom in the air that is thicker than the dust. Gone is the rush of adrenaline and hope.
There was a youg poet called cidd
Whose meaning was always well hid,
And although his lines scanned
They were tedious and bland
That boring young asshole called sidd
Um, guys, this might seem weird, but as a woman, my thoughts veered toward being dwarfed in bed by that giant. I wasn't immediately concerned with his shoe size, or the unfairness of his size on the basketball court. I was thinking, is anyone ever going to MARRY the guy! He's probably very nice, but I imagine he would be quite..... intimidating to most women. I mean, you know he has to be packing a huge gun.
I know, "Free... don't go there".
I used to date a girl who was 4'10, 95 lbs.
We had BC Lions training camp in our town. All I could hear was, 'they are so big, and I'm so small! I just want to try it out!"
Well Free, I'm 6'5" and way back when I had a girlfriend who was 5'0". Never really a problem 'till I'd go to kiss her goodnight and she had to stand two steps up. I've met quite a few women who were taller and bigger than me. He should be fine with one of them.
*clasps head*
*voice in head says repeat after me*
Douche bag, or simply douche, is considered to be a pejorative term. The metaphor of identifying a person as a douche is intended to associate a variety of negative qualities, specifically arrogance and malice.
A douchebag shows no mercy.
A douchebag shows no kindness.
A douchebag ridicules all.
A douchebag strives to become a bigger douche.
A douchebag laughs when people cry.
A douchebag thinks its funny to be called a douchebag.
A douchebag doesn't puss out.
Now go get 'em ya fuckin douchebag.
OK.......Feeling better now. Where were we? Oh yeah, Hey Bill- Did the unit gorw a little disproportionately to the rest of the body? Talking bout' guns - they don't me Dirty Harry for nothing!
A basketball player called Kong
Had a huge and most interesting dong;
It reached to his knees
And swayed in the breeze,
I suppose you could say it was long.
But soon after making a basket
Poor Kong ended up in his casket;
For his dong it got caught
In his team captain's shorts
And was twisted to fuck in elastic.
joe0721 you were born from a puss filled hemroid on your whore mothers asshole....and you were put there by me.
now go get daddy cidd a beer and hurry back so you can bend over so I can practice my bowling ball grip....dont foget to pull the stickers in the front yard when we are done we are going by your mothers grave and we need something to put on her stone before we dig up her skull...your tight little ass is just like your mothers...daddy cidd loves you boy now go get the shovel.
joe....acccept cidd's offer....you are two of a kind (which "kind" is unclear, but that should not interfere with your enjoying your mutual depravity).
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