These bitches remind me of Mormons….I grew up around a couple mormons….Only they would think this kind of shit’s funny….The young women in the relief society on the other hand would get really horny when you tell them how sexy they look in that long white dress and that they’ve been a bad girl…There’s a reason they started locking the rooms behind the stage when I went there…It’s like years of religious and sexual oppression caused them to get off on the mere thought of being “naughty”.
Hey Macy, thanks for letting us know. I was just asking Tom and Mildred if they’d thought you’d read this one or not. I figured you’d find it too long. They said you might try it though, being it’s your off season and all. Again, thanks.
Talk about noobies. Only true Gotham city fan club members know that the second relieved addition of penguin’s wrath vol. 2 was actually printed incorrectly. Penguin’s cane was supposed to be a golf club and he was supposed to be driving the 2013 Honda Accord. No big deal or anything…….
^wow hank. you really fucking suck, you know that?
also, rightbrain3, the sheltered workshopper what calls itself t1000 is NOT a real robot. I know you might feel that you are being kind by deferring to it’s terribly fucking tedious delusions, but you are not. You are making it worse.
Dang and ouch! Macy, you scorched me with that completely unpredictable response. Well done. Whew. Okay, seriously–when you get in the unemployment line every morning do you regale the poor bastard behind you with tales of things you didn’t do–
like complete eighth grade or wipe after you poo? No? Well,the same rule applies online, Sparky.
Sorry Crusty, I’ve been out ‘n aboat most of the day. Yar! MsAnne, ma dear, yah scurvy wench, I’ve miss’d ya! Yeh miss’d may too, I sea, eh? I reckon yer jus’ try’n t’ jostle may bones a bit w’ tat hogwash landlubber of’n insalt…Will be jump’n in me rowboat n’ head’n ta t’ island fer some moar goods in a moment though…I’m on a roll here, not even you can rain on my parade tonight, baby!
Yeah, that was fucking pirate speak, landies like you *wouldn’t* understand Ms. Oh, yeah, translation for ya…Went and bought more “supplies” (I also picked up some dinner while I was out, too), was saving it, but now it seems a decidedly good time to take my “medicine”. I’m also drinking a concoction of rum, like a good little Cap’n. But you already knew that. You know, Ms. I was browsing around on the internet a little while ago and stumbled across a picture of someone dressed in a kangaroo kigurumi, and I thought of you…silly, huh?
I was all toughed up ‘n prepared for Anne to make a low blow ‘n break the bad news! Now good ol’ Franky comes along and tells me ‘n I get all sad and stuff I guess the good news is I didn’t wake up with a hangover…Think I’m gonna go pickup breakfast this morning…normally I’d be willing to cook…but…eh….blah…..
early? Between all my little sessions nodding out throughout the night I got plenty winks in…and still pretty tired now…but if I go to sleep in the middle of the day my whole sleep schedules gonna get fucked up again!
Oh ffs Ms. What do YOU fill your sandwiches with? The cunt jelly you scrape off after vigorously masturbating to midget porn? Tr, just walk in and find out for yourself…don’t mind to humourless banter and invitations to join, just grab a couple by the hand and drag ‘em to the backroom for a private prayer session!
Oh, my dear – no! Not at all, capn. Why, when I shove my hand up your pooper and work your mouth like a hand-puppet, your consent in the matter will be the very least of my concerns.
I can assure you honestly and firmly of that. You have my word on it.