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To Plant a Seed is Not to Be a Gardener. The Tragedy of the Child of Bill Krozby.
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2017-05-08 at 2:06 PM UTCx-post from another thread I wanted to share. If you are a fellow abhorer of all that is Bill Krozby, his very essence, and appreciate a good comedy, this is for you:
Oh god, can you imagine the horror of knowing you had Bill Krozby's genes within you?
It's like, if Hitler had any children who had disowned him, how would they have felt? Or the feeling could be the equivalent of knowing you were at high risk of developing early onset Alzheimer's or spontaneous AIDS, somehow. I'm not sure I could live with it. At the very least I would sure as hell sterilize myself as soon as possible.
I can just imagine years down the line his daughter having wondered who her father was for all her life, then on some random alley there's this guy with matted hair, covered in filth, dressed in rags, reeking of feces and urine, with his hair falling out in patches, eyes shooting off in wild directions, skin that looks like he has leprosy, sitting atop a mountain of trash, used needles, gasoline, paint thinner, air duster, jenkem bottles, and every other of the worst drugs under the sun.
And as she walks up to him, through all that filth, degradation, and degeneracy, through the ravages of the years, she has an unnerving suspicion, and she asks, "Doug…Doug…is that you? Dad?"
Then Bill Krozby suddenly freezes for a moment, his mad gaping eyes like black holes, any remnant of humanity long gone, and he..he..
He picks up this newspaper, pulls some of the encrusted fecal matter from his pants and puts it between the sheets, then he folds it, holds it out towards her, and he asks…
"Would you care for a world famous Bill Krozbydog?"
And Her heart breaks harder than anyone's has ever broken in existence, like the finest vase ever created, a masterpiece renown throughout the world and revered by all, something that the artist spent his entire life working on, had just been bumped into by a deranged drunkard of a cartwheeling cosmic clown that came out of nowhere, slowly watching it fall as if it moves at the speed of a cherry blossom, 5 centimeters per second.
And it shatters into infinite pieces. The cries of a thousand lost and tormented souls encapsulating the broken dreams and ravaged lives of kristallnacht.
This, this is Bill Krozby the man.
Post last edited by Malice at 2017-05-10T06:14:57.964367+00:00The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2017-05-08 at 2:28 PM UTCYou really wanted a Thanks for that one.
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2017-05-08 at 3:20 PM UTCThis is a gem.
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2017-05-08 at 5:17 PM UTCwhy the fuck are my posts disappearing.
anyways...this really happened, right? it's not fake news? -
2017-05-08 at 8:41 PM UTCFucking spammers.
Front page flush, I suppose. -
2017-05-08 at 8:52 PM UTCecce homo
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2017-05-08 at 9:02 PM UTC*glances at Bill Krozby*
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2017-05-08 at 11:21 PM UTCThat was gay.
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2017-05-08 at 11:27 PM UTCITT: malice is still crying 12 hours later and feels a need to repost.
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2017-05-08 at 11:31 PM UTCThat actually sounds pretty plausible.
I pity the poor child. She can't possibly have a mother that has her shit together enough to raise a child. I mean, she slept with Bill Krozby of all people and decided to keep the baby. Clearly, her judgement is shit. -
2017-05-08 at 11:39 PM UTC
Originally posted by HampTheToker That actually sounds pretty plausible.
I pity the poor child. She can't possibly have a mother that has her shit together enough to raise a child. I mean, she slept with Bill Krozby of all people and decided to keep the baby. Clearly, her judgement is shit.
says the guy who posted his ex wifes jail house mugshot who he would share with another guy... -
2017-05-08 at 11:40 PM UTCim constantly getting attacked by literal cucks lol
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2017-05-09 at 1:09 AM UTC
Originally posted by Malice x-post from another thread I wanted to share. If you are a fellow abhorer of all that is Bill Krozby, his very essence, and appreciate a good comedy, this is for you:
Oh god, can you imagine the horror of knowing you had Bill Krozby's genes within you?
It's like, if Hitler had any children who had disowned him, how would they have felt? Or the feeling could be the equivalent of knowing you were at high risk of developing early onset Alzheimer's or spontaneous AIDS, somehow. I'm not sure I could live with it. At the very least I would sure as hell sterilize myself as soon as possible.
I can just imagine years down the line his daughter having wondered who her father was for all her life, then on some random alley there's this guy with matted hair, covered in filth, dressed in rags, reeking of feces and urine, with his hair falling out in patches, eyes shooting off in wild directions, skin that looks like he has leprosy, sitting atop a mountain of trash, used needles, gasoline, paint thinner, air duster, jenkem bottles, and every other of the worst drugs under the son.
And as she walks up to hi, through all that filth, degradation, and degeneracy, through the ravages of the years, she has an unnerving suspicion, and she asks, "Doug…Doug…is that you? Dad?"
Then Bill Krozby suddenly freezed for a moment, his mad gaping eyes like black holes, any remnant of humanity long gone, and he..he..
He picks up this newspaper, pulls some of the encrusted fecal matter from his pants and puts it between the sheets, then he folds it, holds it out towards her, and he asks…
"Would you care for a world famous Bill Krozbydog?"
And Her heart breaks harder than anyone's has ever broken in existence, like the finest vase ever created, a masterpiece renown throughout the world and revered by all, something that the artist spent his entire life working on, had just been bumped into by a deranged drunkard of a cartwheeling cosmic clown that came out of nowhere, slowly watching fall as if it moves at the speed of a cherry blossom, 5 centimeters per second.
And it shatters into infinite pieces. The cries of a thousand lost and tormented souls encapsulating the broken dreams and ravaged lives of kristallnacht.
This, this is Bill Krozby the man.
Post last edited by Malice at 2017-05-08T14:40:59.456393+00:00
i was bracing myself for that accidental-father-daughter-incest-rape thing but none of that happened i so disappointed.
now i'm left with a raging bonner and nothing to phapp to so now i need to look at hardcore child pornography and more children are going to get hurt.
you let me down, malice. -
2017-05-09 at 1:11 AM UTC
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2017-05-09 at 8:47 AM UTC
Originally posted by benny vader i was bracing myself for that accidental-father-daughter-incest-rape thing but none of that happened i so disappointed.
now i'm left with a raging bonner and nothing to phapp to so now i need to look at hardcore child pornography and more children are going to get hurt.
you let me down, malice.
It's not accidental when Bill Krozby rapes his daughter, he knows what he's doing (he actually genuinely did try to fuck his daughter once when drunk but the mom just about had it together enough to stop him. Sick fuck) -
2017-05-09 at 8:54 AM UTCRaping your daughter is never accidental.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2017-05-09 at 9 AM UTC
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2017-05-09 at 9:43 AM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2017-05-09 at 9:48 AM UTC
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2017-05-09 at 9:53 AM UTC
Originally posted by reject Bill Krozby thanked this because he knows
Pfft, yeah, it is pretty funny when you think of it that way. I mean, how the hell do you, realistically, accidentally rape someone? What exactly did he think that meant, that it was worth thanking?
Oh my god, try scrolling up to read that post out of context. It's so fucking funny.
