Desertfox go fuck yourself
we have mods out the wazoo here for less than a hundred active postersDesertFox- wrote:
I think I've become far too accustomed to the laid-back moderating on this forum. Tried posting on another web site and got in a bit of trouble for both swearing and questioning their overbearing moderation (got fucking mods out the wazoo for only a few hundred truly active posters).
Better than IN the wazoo.
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fi me irl tucker
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4 rweal im not even kidding
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wtf idot
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Good morning btw.
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- globefish23
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Who needs a fucking chest?Adams_BJ wrote:
he needs a bigger chest for all dem medalsUzique The Lesser wrote:
look at that total fucking don on t he right. that face is the look of a man who has seen more pussy than i have breathed atoms.
Chinese medals don't count, they probably have a horde of teenagers farming them
Man, people who can write poetry will never fail to impress me. The most I've done is a wrote several humorous limericks for a friends birthday, but writing hundreds of lines in a complex rhyme scheme strikes me as extraordinary.
Twas on the good ship Venus, By God you should have seen us, The figurehead was a whore in bed And the mast the Captain's penis.
The captain of this lugger, He was a dirty bugger, He wasn't fit to shove shit From one place to another.
The captain's wife was Mabel. Whenever she was able, She'd fornicate the second mate Upon the galley table.
The ship's cook's name was Freeman, My God was he a demon, He fed the crew on menstrual stew And hymens fried in semen.
The captain had a daughter, Who fell into the water, We heard her squeal and knew an eel Had found her sexual quarter.
The first mate's name was Carter, By God he was a farter, When the high winds would cease They's use Carter to start her.
The second mate's name was Andy, His balls were long and bandy, We filled his arse with molten brass For wanking in the brandy.
The cabin boy was Kipper, A dirty little nipper, We stuffed his arse with broken glass To circumcise the skipper.
The captain's name was Morgan, By Christ he was a gorgon! Ten times a day sweet tunes he's play. On his productive organ.
The captain's daughter Mable, They laid her on a table! And all the crew would come and screw As oft as they were able.
"Twas on a Chinese station, We caused a great sensation. We sunk a junk in a sea of spunk By mutual masturbation.
The third mate's name was Paul, He only had one ball. But with cracker he rolled terbaccer Around the cabin wall.
The captain's daughter Mary, Had never lost her cherry. The men grew bold and offered gold And now there's no more Virgin Mary.
Another cook was O'Malley, He didn't dilly dally. He shot his bolt with such a jolt He whitewashed half the galley.
The boatswain's name was Lester, He was a hymen tester. Thru hymens thick he stuck his prick And left it there to fester.
Another one was Cropper, Oh Christ he had a whopper. Twice round the deck, around his neck And up his bum for a stopper.
The ship's dog's name was Rover, The whole crew had him over, We ground that faithful hound From Singapore to Dover.
The engineer was McTavish And young girls he did ravish, His missing dick's at Istanbul He was a trifle lavish.
A homo was the Purser, He couldn't have been worser, With all the crew he had a screw, Until they yelled: "Oh no sir."
So now we end this serial, Through sheer lack of material. I wish you luck and freedom from Diseases venereal.
The bosun’s name was Carter He was a musical farter He could play ‘God Save the Queen’ from beginning to end And Beethoven’s moonlight sonata.
They spied whore upon the shore. And off came shirt and collar. In 20 minutes by the clock, she'd made a thousand dollars.
The first mates name was Carter By God he was a farter When the wind wouldn't blow and the ship wouldn't go they called on Carter the farter to start her.
There's frigging on the rigging; Wanking on the planking, Tossing on the crossing, There was fuck all else to do.
The captain of this lugger, He was a dirty bugger, He wasn't fit to shove shit From one place to another.
The captain's wife was Mabel. Whenever she was able, She'd fornicate the second mate Upon the galley table.
The ship's cook's name was Freeman, My God was he a demon, He fed the crew on menstrual stew And hymens fried in semen.
The captain had a daughter, Who fell into the water, We heard her squeal and knew an eel Had found her sexual quarter.
The first mate's name was Carter, By God he was a farter, When the high winds would cease They's use Carter to start her.
The second mate's name was Andy, His balls were long and bandy, We filled his arse with molten brass For wanking in the brandy.
The cabin boy was Kipper, A dirty little nipper, We stuffed his arse with broken glass To circumcise the skipper.
The captain's name was Morgan, By Christ he was a gorgon! Ten times a day sweet tunes he's play. On his productive organ.
The captain's daughter Mable, They laid her on a table! And all the crew would come and screw As oft as they were able.
"Twas on a Chinese station, We caused a great sensation. We sunk a junk in a sea of spunk By mutual masturbation.
The third mate's name was Paul, He only had one ball. But with cracker he rolled terbaccer Around the cabin wall.
The captain's daughter Mary, Had never lost her cherry. The men grew bold and offered gold And now there's no more Virgin Mary.
Another cook was O'Malley, He didn't dilly dally. He shot his bolt with such a jolt He whitewashed half the galley.
The boatswain's name was Lester, He was a hymen tester. Thru hymens thick he stuck his prick And left it there to fester.
Another one was Cropper, Oh Christ he had a whopper. Twice round the deck, around his neck And up his bum for a stopper.
The ship's dog's name was Rover, The whole crew had him over, We ground that faithful hound From Singapore to Dover.
The engineer was McTavish And young girls he did ravish, His missing dick's at Istanbul He was a trifle lavish.
A homo was the Purser, He couldn't have been worser, With all the crew he had a screw, Until they yelled: "Oh no sir."
So now we end this serial, Through sheer lack of material. I wish you luck and freedom from Diseases venereal.
The bosun’s name was Carter He was a musical farter He could play ‘God Save the Queen’ from beginning to end And Beethoven’s moonlight sonata.
They spied whore upon the shore. And off came shirt and collar. In 20 minutes by the clock, she'd made a thousand dollars.
The first mates name was Carter By God he was a farter When the wind wouldn't blow and the ship wouldn't go they called on Carter the farter to start her.
There's frigging on the rigging; Wanking on the planking, Tossing on the crossing, There was fuck all else to do.
There are people in this world who can sing that from memory.
I was thinking of the Sex Pistols' version of that the other day for some reason. I think it was because Chrissy Amphlett died and I was trying to think of songs about masturbation.
[Blinking eyes thing]
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Thats silly
Shake it was that's okay, shale it twice that's fine. Shake it three times, you're playing with yourself again.Ty wrote:
I was thinking of the Sex Pistols' version of that the other day for some reason. I think it was because Chrissy Amphlett died and I was trying to think of songs about masturbation.
Sit around and watch the phone, but no one's calling
Call me pathetic, call me what you will
My mother says to get a job
But she don't like the one she's got
When masturbation's lost its fun
You're fucking lonely
Off the top of my head. What did you come up with?
Holy shit, get some fucking ribbons or something.globefish23 wrote:
Who needs a fucking chest?Adams_BJ wrote:
he needs a bigger chest for all dem medalsUzique The Lesser wrote:
look at that total fucking don on t he right. that face is the look of a man who has seen more pussy than i have breathed atoms.
- globefish23
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They are North Koreans, btw.
I wonder if they conferred those decorations on themselves, for every year alive or something,
or if Kim Jong-il/Kim Jong-un had to do that work.
Those iron-clad uniforms are only useful anymore for standing on a tribune and applauding the Dear Leader and/or parading soldiers.
I wonder if they conferred those decorations on themselves, for every year alive or something,
or if Kim Jong-il/Kim Jong-un had to do that work.
Those iron-clad uniforms are only useful anymore for standing on a tribune and applauding the Dear Leader and/or parading soldiers.
its photoshopped
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Well they did a good job if for nothing other than the fact that it's more plausible than beaches full of happy North Korean swimmers.
Ilya Kovalchuck is so cute when he's agitated.
3 seconds before the end of the game:
3 seconds before the end of the game:
I need around tree fiddy.
I'm one of them. Because of course I'd run across that.AussieReaper wrote:
There are people in this world who can sing that from memory.