not if your name's frank lampard or rio ferdinand it doesn't

I want some pot roast.

get a room!

noise reductions-Kurdt docu

amerikkkandog: "hey guys, so I was on thai-trannie.com last night, and there was this smoking hot lady-boy in a gas mask that was getting it on with a goldfish. (s)he had found a way to insert the little fish inside her pee-hole using nothing more than a needle and some thread. needless to say, I came buckets."

Dr. Eugene Felickson: "so, I was doing my old "fish up the dick" act for this other website that I post on, and I swear to god that I could hear heavy breathing coming through the fucking speakers! so, I turned up the volume, put my feet up on the desk and grabbed another fish."

^I'm starting a slow-clap for you.

In case nobody saw this :D

emmah - I can only relate to rats. other living things suck.


anngela - secretely a lusty freak in the bedroom, and you should see her collection of candid "shots"

Savage Clone: I just got hold of a mint/v. good original pressing of that Aphrodite's Child EP. Here's three photographs of me holding it.

^^^ jesus, rob. is that even LEGAL to say?

haha

Dr. Eugene Felickson: "WEED, KINKY SEX, HORROR MOVIES."

Rob Instigator: Less god, more ass.

fixed.

NR: I'm such a rep-whore.

Okay, I'll do a real one for myself.

atsonicpark: about 5000 worthless posts about nothing anyone cares about, followed by about 5 extremely valuable posts, with all the worthless posts getting tons of rep and the more helpful, friendly, valuable, wonderful posts getting ignored.

I dont know enough about posters to make a joke about their humerous posting mannerisms.

Rob: "Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here"

I'm sorry. I can't take the time to read this. But if you mention the Melvins in passing, I'll probably rep you.

i just want some pot


shit did i just roast myself?