Grandfather Barkingturtle wrote:
Oh, no. No.
If we're going to cyb0r in public in the Asylum, in a motherfUcking welcome thread of all retarded places, let's do it right.
So there you are, under my hood, watching while my pendulous nutsac drips gobs of residual vaginal *** onto your pathetic maw, and you start to wonder what might happen in the upcoming primaries. Hillary crosses your mind as an acidic torrent of necrotic ****-fluid coats your face-place. Obama meanders across your broken mind as a jet of charismatic man-goo paints your face like an early-twentieth-century performer in a blacksplotation film. You smile and lick your stupid lips; your big red lips under a fro of my shedded pubic hair. You look like Buckwheat. More accurately, you look like a white chick pretending to be Buckwheat.
Such is the power of my ****; it can change your whole fUcking demographic.
Now, how about treating my nipples to some Huckabee?
Ahh yes,
those flames.
My charred lips crack badly and bleed as I lick them. I'm so conflicted. For all the cynical personal dealings, the arrogance, ill temper and rudeness, I love how caring for the public at large Hilary is. I love a lot of her policies. I twist restlessly as your necrotising fluids eat into my already red raw skin, with a hiss.
But I think I like Obama's healthcare policy better than Hilary's. I drift off into reverie, uncaring about you, your cynical personal dealings, the arrogance, ill temper and rudeness. Afterglow and injury makes for such a drugged coma.
Edited, Feb 7th 2008 4:36am by Aripyanfar