Your post has been acknowledged as being in the LONGEST THREAD ON THE INTERWEBS!
Get in here quick people! You don't want to be retarded person at the bar trying to pick up chicks and have to say, "Yeah.... You know, I helped create the longest thread ever."
Then the chick is all like, "Blah, blah, blah I need shoes and shit. What page were you on?"
You're going to look pretty retarded saying, "Oh just read the thread. I'm somewhere on page 8484."
The I slide up and I be all like, "Damn girl. You finsta suck when you nut on this guy? I created the thread. You see girl, I'm an idea man. They all said I was crazy when it began. But here we are." She's all over me.
But her problem is I'm not finsta what did that because I'm going to what done on page 8484 guy.
It's ok. Just capitalize your sentences next time or I'll fight you.
Is it just me or is this thread getting pretty long?
Maybe there's more to life then being the most recarded fucker in the world. I mean the sun is shining, the grass is green and it's a big beautiful world out there. Who am I to just sit here and pass judgement on people who aren't as super carhartt card as me? Shouldn't I give people a chance?
I don't know. You ever get that feeling when you try to give people free custom lolcats to make the world brighter and everyone shits on your parade so you turn to the booze which inevitably turns to the cock and you wake up in the morning with feelings of shame and regret? Also a bad stomach and you take an ant-acid but you know it's from gargling cum so it's not going to help but you just try to pretend it's from the dirty pizza you found in the alley you were working last night. "Must've been the pepperoni. That's why the tears are welling up this morning."
Funny thing working the alleys. You go out with the best of intentions. Make some money. "Tomorrow I'll get sober." Same story you've been saying for years. But that dirty dick in your mouth gives you a sense of accomplishment. Someone finally wants you. Wants to be around you. A feeling of being loved is a powerful feeling. So I tell him I love him too. This blowey is on me.
A whole night of sucking cock and I fall in love with every guy so I let it ride. That dick feeling. I really am doing it for the money. But I get that feeling and hope they feel it too. I can't charge a loved one can I? So most nights I come out broker than when I started. Maybe I'm a broken person. Who's to say.
Damn. That's a good deal. Can I get one?
I appreciate all your guy's'es help in making this THE LONGEST THREAD ON THE INTERNET!
One post at a time please. File in a nice and orderly thread.
And let's go!
Damn. It's getting hot in here.
Bill Krozby is legit. Mad props.
Bunch of thirsty ass niggas in here.
