So like.. this one time I was eating a popsicle right? Yeah, so anyway. While I'm eating the popsicle I'm feeling the heat. The heat from outside. You see, it was a really hot day, right? Yeah! It was really hot, I'd wager $10 it was about 90+ degrees outside.
So I was sitting on my couch eating this popsicle and it starts to melt. So I started licking the sides. The sides where it was melting, because.. ya know.. I didn't want any to get on my hands. Then I started getting flashbacks, MISSILE COMMAND! This reminded me of Missile Command! Except instead of 3 cities there were 5 and I didn't have any missles, just a tongue.
It was like 3D Missile Command.
Anyway. I played for 3 straight hours. I played this Real Life 3D Missile Command I did. But eventually I just licked the popsicle out of existence. I had a score of like 30,000 though. But the server that day was really slow so the highscores wouldn't load and I couldn't enter my score.
If I'm right, can I get a by week for the weekly molestations?
Let me think you are about...15 16 somewhere around that age am I right? Talk a lot of shit to people who (if I am correct, which I know I am) would beat the ever loving shit out you. Kid don't don't get cocky because you are behind a fucking computer screen. Your balls haven't even dropped far enough to talk shit. So hold your fucking tongue boy. You should learn to choose your battles wisely.
and Moogy don't get a hard tit and wet clit because you feel safe and big behind that fucking computer screen. You should really shut the fuck up and put those fingers of yours to better use. and if your posts are anyhting like the way you speak you should really put that mouth of yours to some good use as well sweetie. Damn for all I kknow you may be a little boy as well. So then I guess Lupin has his 12 yr old preteen sex slave. Wow some cupid I am.
So now I am going to head of to bed because it is too fucking late for all this and if you still want to babble with this off topic shit talking then I am all for it because it aint nothing but fun for me
I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
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