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Maybe it was more like "Hey jedi boy, we heard what your angel visitors said they were here to do to us, why don't you bring yourself and your gay fucking angels out here, and we'll ass fuck the whole lot of you so hard you'll be able to pack your merchandise up your filthy colon pipe"
And Lot was like "Hey why don't you fuck my 5 year old kid instead, it's what you faggots like"
And then presumably the town militia or palace guard showed up and dispersed the crowd.
Maybe Lot was just a mad shit talker who knew he had a nuclear option.
The part that wasn't in the bible was that he spent the whole day drunkenly wandering around town with the angels calling everyone faggots. Eventually they got mad, formed a mob and chased him into his hotel room.
"We're all faggots huh? How about we come in there and RUN A FUCKING TRAIN ON YOU, you LITTLE BITCH" "Bet you'd like to fuck my little daughters too, you deviant cocksuckers" "I'm going to go ELBOW DEEP in your COCK CAVITY"
"hey God, did you hear that? there's a bunch of faggots outside and they want to rape your angels! help!"
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Originally posted by Technologist
Hamp, Have you been getting any rest? Are the plans coming together for her services? Those plans can sometimes cause arguing among family members, hope that’s not the case for you.
That story you told about your Mom is funny. She was a troll before being a troll was fashionable! Lol. Good woman👍🏻
I have an awesome family. We've already made her arrangements and there's no worry about it. She'll be buried close to my grandmother and great grandmother and her father and more family than I even know. After all the stress and preparation for this moment I'm glad that we don't have to worry about paying for it of all things.
I've been sleeping as much as I can. There's a lot of us in this house, so I'm sleeping a chair lol.
My mom was amazing. She's the best person I've ever known. I'm glad that I got her humor.
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Furthermore, he once nursed a bear cub for a winter because he felt bad about killing it's mother with his bear hands. He didn't know that the bear was a mother, and the pain of his actions replaced the bloodlust. Unknown to Spec, that bear cub pledged a life debt to him. In his darkest hour, the bear returned.
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once upon a time there was a hunter in the woods. he was out hunting around when he happened upon a family of deer drinking at a stream. He got in position to take the shot and hesitated for a moment contemplating how he could reload and kill the whole family. All of a sudden he was gored from behind by a 12 point buck who pooped round shit on his corpse. His body eventually biodegraded and fertilized the grass that the deer ate. Circle of life. The end
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Back in the 80s New York real estate was collapsing, and my empire with it. One evening at my lowest I collapsed into bed. I couldn't sleep, so I crushed some of the energy pills I had been prescribed and snorted them. I was suddenly was seized with energy. I went to the event I had scheduled, and there met a jedi guy. Good to know the jedis right? I couldn't stop talking and this jedi was sad as they come, but couldn't get laid. We go hang with some sluts, and turns out this jedi not only works at one of the banks I owe money to, but works on MY account. My Hebrew buddy got laid, I got an extension my loans, and the real estate market turned around like a month later. My problems were over.
Moral is snort anything you can.
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Originally posted by gadzooks
Lol, man, there was a time when becoming a Totse moderator was like a dream ambition for me.
I would have felt like a fucking king on cocaine if I ever got modded there.
Hahah it secretly was one of my ambitions as well. Glad to have spent the time I did there. It went down while I was in prison. Meta wrote me the letter telling me and I remember the fucking SHOCK I felt reading those words. Fucking horrible feeling. Here I was, in a cell, in state prison, feeling BAD because a website went down. Hah. That's dedication.
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Originally posted by -SpectraL
Lots of people in this thread disagree with your arbitrary behavior, Lanny; it's not just me, like you like to say. And you know, I could have capitalized on this twice before and turned the entire BBS against you, but I decided not to. Do you really want the entire forum telling you to fuck off every five minutes? Because that's where you're headed. When you set up this forum you made a point to say you were aware of the pitfalls of putting someone in charge, that having shitty mods ruins the forum, but that is exactly what you are doing right now. You also said you were a user first and an admin second, but your behavior belies that statement. You are using your authority, while drinking, to take out personal vendettas against members you don't like, not because they broke any rule specifically, but just because they personally annoy you. That's not what you said would be the case when you started this site. So unban infinityshock and start applying rules evenly and justly or not at all. It's that simple.
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Good god I want to get high. Every time this year. The air starts to chill and the smell of swirling dead leaves and loamy dirt. And I remember sitting on corners sweating through 4 layers of clothing, freezing, shaking, dry heaving and vomiting as discretely as possible at the bus stop in front of the drug store. With your joints all aching and spine feeling like it's been woven through a wheel. You'd think that would make you not want to get high, to go back to that. But that cold air and the smell of leaves is also a crackling bonfire and a cigarette in the night air, and laughter. Cheap domestic beer, and pilfered whiskey from an empty water bottle. The flickering on the faces of good friends who don't exist anymore. And a shy girl who they always teased because her tits were too small, and her ass wasn't big enough....leaning in awkwardly to kiss you on a fire escape. And there was not knowing and uncertainty and that was invigorating. And between then and now feels like an ancient ocean. And I used to love and laugh and fight and felt vibrant and electric and full of words. And now I just feel all scooped out inside, with a big plastic smile carved into my face,appropriately approximating something more human than a gourd. Fuck.
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