01-09-2009, 03:14 AM
Ok, now you might be asking yourself "Undeadcannibal...where have you been?"
The easy answer is (NSFW) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frot (NSFW) :ccrap:
The truthful answer is:
about two years ago, I was invited to a party. Now, I'm sure you've been to one party, but I get invited to them all the time. So obviously I was there. I arrived to a seedy motel on the East end of Columbus. I'd say it was the shittier end, but Columbus is for the most part entirely shitty. the crowd was the standard, some well-dressed...most not. But I digress. I started hammering them down, Natty Light after Natty Light. Suddenly some chick(debatable) invites me into the bathroom for a good time. I'm beyond drunk, and definitely into this idea. she took me to the bathroom, sat me on the toilet, and started dancing, stripping and whatnot. As she removes her panties she bends over, giving me some heavy brown eye. Now I'm not one for that kinda thing normally, but I didn't give a shit. I ended up getting a shit though. A LOT of shit. As soon as she bent down, she furrowed her brow, and I was washed in a spray of liquid excrement. a log crashed against my eye, and I passed out.
I awoke several days later in a basement, next to me was a Korean guy, who looked like he'd been there a while. I later found his name was Red, and he was not Korean, but just had Downs Syndrome. My bad. So this dude walks down the stairs with a flannel vest and no pants on, starts speedbagging my wang like a boxer. I can dig it. Seven Hours later he looks at Red, lust flooding his eyes. as he slowly approached Red, his head spun around, and opened up, revealing a Playstation 3. A laser blew from the logo, and cut my chains, but Red was fucked. I liked the guy, but not that much. So I grabbed the PS3 and was off.
That is the story of Leeman, War, and my first meetup. I'm still hungover.
PS.
turns out the playstation was a hooker.
PPS.
Upon further examination, the hooker is dead...and actually a sofa.
The easy answer is (NSFW) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frot (NSFW) :ccrap:
The truthful answer is:
about two years ago, I was invited to a party. Now, I'm sure you've been to one party, but I get invited to them all the time. So obviously I was there. I arrived to a seedy motel on the East end of Columbus. I'd say it was the shittier end, but Columbus is for the most part entirely shitty. the crowd was the standard, some well-dressed...most not. But I digress. I started hammering them down, Natty Light after Natty Light. Suddenly some chick(debatable) invites me into the bathroom for a good time. I'm beyond drunk, and definitely into this idea. she took me to the bathroom, sat me on the toilet, and started dancing, stripping and whatnot. As she removes her panties she bends over, giving me some heavy brown eye. Now I'm not one for that kinda thing normally, but I didn't give a shit. I ended up getting a shit though. A LOT of shit. As soon as she bent down, she furrowed her brow, and I was washed in a spray of liquid excrement. a log crashed against my eye, and I passed out.
I awoke several days later in a basement, next to me was a Korean guy, who looked like he'd been there a while. I later found his name was Red, and he was not Korean, but just had Downs Syndrome. My bad. So this dude walks down the stairs with a flannel vest and no pants on, starts speedbagging my wang like a boxer. I can dig it. Seven Hours later he looks at Red, lust flooding his eyes. as he slowly approached Red, his head spun around, and opened up, revealing a Playstation 3. A laser blew from the logo, and cut my chains, but Red was fucked. I liked the guy, but not that much. So I grabbed the PS3 and was off.
That is the story of Leeman, War, and my first meetup. I'm still hungover.
PS.
turns out the playstation was a hooker.
PPS.
Upon further examination, the hooker is dead...and actually a sofa.
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