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To Plant a Seed is Not to Be a Gardener. The Tragedy of the Child of Bill Krozby.

  1. #81
    kroz weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
    bumpy boopers
  2. #82
    Sudo Black Hole [my hereto riemannian peach]
    Originally posted by Bill Krozby nah but seriously when my daughters mom was pregnant she quit having sex with me and very shortly after she told me she was pregnant I started seeing a different girl (a user on this site) but I digress..

    my daughters mom came over to my place one time when she was pregnant and started begging for me to have sex with her and I was like nah im good, because I was seeing that other girl, but she started whining and crying all night about how she loves me and stuff, I ent up getting drunk night and took her up on the sex, mid fuck she started crying and was telling me to get off so I did, and she later told my gf at the time that I raped her lol

    she even told the district attorney in court that I raped her, and the district attorney told my attorney and I she said that, like just a matter a fact kinda deal, no one really cared because you can tell she had an agenda.

    she even said she's going to get the judge to drug test me and I said thats not gonna happen when we were out in the hallway outside the court room and she walked up to me like she was going to hit me and her bf grabbed her and picked her up and she kicked her feet towards me and you could see up her dress and she wasn't wearing any underwear and some hispanic cowboy dude saw also and he tapped his amigo next to him and said "you can see her pussy"

    sooooo embarassing

    so you got drunk and raped your baby mama until she cried while she was pregnant?

    She doesn't wear panties to court but Bill Krozby stuck his dick in her and didn't stop and she didn't want that

    I'm not saying you're a serial rapist but it's like the Kat Williams joke about Michael Jackson, if a bunch of people from all walks of life have been saying you're a rapist for a while, you did that shit...
  3. #83
    Shrooms Houston
    this thread gets 0 rotten tomatoes
  4. #84
    kroz weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
    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 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+00:00

    aren't you dead now?

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