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2019-05-12 at 5:26 AM UTC in How many times have you been arrested?The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-05-12 at 3:28 AM UTC in how important is a thigh gap to youI need to be able to put both my fists side by side between your thighs..
That’s just how I know if you can hold my seed -
2019-05-12 at 2:34 AM UTC in Hi Niggas!lol remember when zok watched the facebook movie and then e wanted to turn zoklet into the greatest new social networkThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-05-11 at 10:04 PM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Malice Metro EditionNever sniffing Cocaine again, like, ever.
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2019-05-11 at 8:56 PM UTC in How would YOU go about creating underwater hamster Rapture?
This is actually really inspirational. Some autiste spent ages making an underground hamster enclosure in an aquarium, and Metokur picked it up.
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2019-05-11 at 7:53 PM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Malice Metro EditionOk, so for several weeks I've been taking potassium chloride as a supplement because I've been concerned that it is almost IMPOSSIBLE to get the daily recommended value of almost all minerals, so I bought potassium and magnesium, which I still take because it's great for TBI (benzo withdrawal) and reverse tolerance, and I've been taking ACCIDNETLALLY like 20 times the amount you're supposed to take, like 2-3 teapsoons instead of half a teaspoon (bottle says 1/8 of a teaspoon, but that's only 8% of daily value soo)
So yesterday i took like 5 grams and then a half hour later I got super nausea and explosive diarrhea, and my whole body went numb especially my head so I drove to urgent care and when I got there my muscles started twitching and tightening so I thought I had rhabdo. They tried to make me wait after I told them I od'd on potassium and I'm like uhhh, no I'm not ok, so they triaged me and did an EKG and blood tests and my heart was ok, and kidneys should be fine cuz I'm young, but my potassium was 7.0 which is severe hyperkalemia (normal is 3.5-4.5), so they flooded me with IV saline and called an ambulance to take me to ER.
They wanted to keep me overnight but I'm like nah fam, and once I started peeing a lot and after they gave me IV insulin, IV calcium, IV dextrose, some other shit, my values started going down very quickly.
The concerning part is that I've been taking way too much for about a month now and I hope I didn't cause heart damage in that amount of time.
The cool thing is, even though I don't have a legit tramadol script, I told them I do and after a few carefully crafted lies, they gave me some, so now I have a script for it on my record which will make it much easier to get later on.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-05-11 at 6:48 PM UTC in Someone just donated to me to write ghost eroticaFinished chapter 3
Chapter 3
When she next woke the sun was shining. Birds were singing. Garfield was crying. Despite being knocked out for a day and night she was tired. Languidly she rose rubbing her eyes. "What a dream.." she murmured she blinked her eyes and calmly looked down. There as clear as day was a bite mark on her left breast slowly turning purple. Her face was blank as she tried to process the night before.
It all came crashing back and she hugged a pillow. "It can't be real...it just can't...the dead don't come back to life and fuck people." She murmered in disbelief "Zombies dont exist!"
However the bitemark told her no it wasn't a dream. She processed what happened and looked down. She was still leaking seed. Time to call a priest.
She got out of bed and showered. She finally after numbness broke down crying. "DAMN YOU!!" She cried hot water washing her tears away.
Silently she washed. Her body ached. What happened shouldn't be possible...logically it should never happen. She thought of neckbeards trying to summon big anime tittied succubuses. Normally such stories invovled mutual pleasure. For her there was none only fear and suffering. The steam filled the room. She thought of demons preying on peasant women as they sleep. Quietly despite such insanity going on her brain grasped for any logical explanation. There was none to be found..none.
The air was thicker and heavier this morning. She got out and immediately dressed. She combed back her wet hair into a ponytail. She went to the kitchen the feeling of being watched grew more intense. She grabbed some food from the fridge and oj. The food was left over cold pizza. She grabbed a glass and filled it orange juice. Garfield staring hissing she ran to him. He was hissing at the chair again. Then she heard a crash and a thud. She went back all the orange juice was poured on the floor. The pizza was knocked over too. She frowned but can't blame garfield he was behind her staring curiously at the mess. He mewed sniffing and licking up the juice.
She sighed and started cleaning up as Garfield drank deeply at the curious orange liquid. As if his orange fur depended on it. She giggled one time he ate a whole box of sugar cubes. He's going to be hyper all day. When the pizza was cleaned she felt something push her down. She was on hands and knees trying to get up but it felt like something was pushing her. Pinning in her place. A thought entered her head " Lick it..." her face was mere inches from the puddle.
She blinked the thought entered her head again. This time what ever it was pinned her down more. She bit her lip garfields eyes widened. She sighed "fine then.." and proceeded to lighly lick it.
"More..." the thought commanded her "More!"
She gasped and sipped it off the floor. Hot tears filled her eyes. This was embarrassing. Finally the oppresive air released her. She sobbed. It was time for work after she mopped up the puddle. Garfield followed her out the door.
The sun was shining as she put her head set in. She wanted to drown out the noise. Suddenly her phone opened to her text messages. She was walking listening to music when the texts switched on.
She forgot to delete that one text...the one where he had a gun up to his head. She remembered that night all to clearly.
She ran as soon as she saw it still dressed in her night clothes. It was raining public transportation was down. As she walked she was on the phone with her pleading him not to do it. Every second he screamed at her blaming her for his problems. She can't remember how long it took her but she was at the door to his house.
He hung up then a loud earth shattering bang. Followed. She froze heart thudded opened the door. Blood and gore every where. His face destroyed. He painted the walls with it. She stood there frozen. She couldn't scream couldn't do anything. All she can do was stare. She blinked. It was real he finally did it and all the while he blamed her. She should've called 911. She thought he'd listen to reason. She should've taken the gun. She should've done something. She couldn't think rationally.
The air stunk of blood..the walls closed in. She fell to her knees screaming. She swooned and fainted when a man came by and saw the horrid scene she only awoke when a policeman nudged her. "He....he killed himself..." was all she could say. Nothing more nothing less.
A breeze broke the chain of memories she was standing infront of a gas station. She needed cigarettes. She walked into the grimy gas station. She got a cup and filled it with a neon green frozen slime. She then proceeded to go to the counter. An apathetic employee stood there with glazed eyes. "New ports and this.." she said pointing to the cup; the guy sighed and went and procured the cigarettes.
"7.00 even." The employee spoke in an indifferent tone; she exchanged the money. She paid and left went to work.
The work day was heptic. So many files needed to be processed. So many spreadsheets to be processed. Before long the pack was exhausted. By the time the day was over it was dark. She needed a drink.
She went to the local watering hole. A quiet rednecky one. Blue, one of her coworkers sat at the bar. "My angel.." he proclaimed as she nodded silently. She sat at the bar. "Where you been?" He asked as he gestured the bartender "you know everyone was worried."
She gave a look. "I was sick.." she murmured silently "nothing much."
He moved closer.
The bartender was in front of her. "White Russian please" she spoke. The the bartender nodded and ran off to fix her drink. As soon as it appeared before her she slammed it down enjoying the creamy feel in throat. She placed the glass down and stared into the bartenders eyes asking "May I have another?"
Wordlessly the bartender ran off to fix another. She pulled out her last cigarette and lit it. There was country music playing in the back ground sge hated it. "Blue..." she spoke "Do you believe in ghosts?"
"I dunno my girl.." blue replied, the bartender came back with her drink; she sipped on it more slowly she hated bring there but this was all her coworkers went. She downed the drink sat there the alcohol was flushing her skin red. She decided it was time to go home.
She took the cab as the bus would've taken hours. She stared out window as the cab drove. Her mind was far away again images of bone and blood splattered on the walls. A disfigured face. She remembered seeing him at the wake. How they reconstructed the mess was a mystery. He certainly had no money for it.
She only saw his body briefly before it was interned to the final resting place. She felt nothing now. The alcohol numbed her senses. The only thing that remained sharp was the stench of blood. Suddenly she sensed something. "Stop here.." she implored the cab driver; she pushed the money plus a little extra to him. She didn't know why but the street was familiar. The cab drove off leaving her on a dimly lit street. It was 12 am. Only other person was a hobo quietly walking down the opposite end.
She turned and looked behind her. It was his house. Only this time in 1 year 11 days it feel to disrepair. Her heart thudded. She walked up to the steps. It creaked the wood far to loudly for her tastes. The door was still covered in police tape. Yet fell off as soon as she touched hit ground. Time and weather wore the plastic down.
She touched the door. It was unlocked. As soon as she opened it the buzzing of insects and the stench of decay hit her. It was dark but faintly she can make out the stains of brown blood. Besides the scene of long forgotten gore the house looked like it was from long ago. Everything else was meticulously in place. Only sign of time was dust. She averted her eyes. Somehow she was drawn to this place. She turned on the flash light on her phone and proceeded to walk in.
She walked to kitchen. A glass was on the counter with some pills in her name. She remembered her xanax one time mysteriously went missing. It was almost empty. She turned the facuet was still dripping. She then walked to the hall way. Almost tripped over his work boots. She remembered she got them for Christmas for him. She walked further. Down the hallway there was a slither of light. Brief. She opened the door. It was his sanctum sanctoriom. The light was still on. She never been in his room. How the the light was on she didnt know. She sighed. The room was as he left it so long ago.
She saw a desk and a journal mad scribblings. Illegible. As she tried to read it she felt a presence. The air grew heavier. She tried to igore it as she was dechipering what was scrawled. She pulled out a cigarette and sat down at the desk. She lit it. The prescence grew heavier. When she glanced she saw a figure a shadow emerging. A hand reached for her neck and she was thrown off the chair. The cigarette fell her eyes widened as the shadow took form. She tried crawling to the corner but a foot stomped on her ankle. She was hyperventilating as the hand reached for her hair.
She was dragged from the ground and the shadow completed its shape. "How dare you break in and smoke in my house?" The voice echoed "Now your gonna get it.."
She was thrown on the bed. She tried to get away but all she can do was move away. Her master was in full view he went on the bed and pinned her down. He ripped off her blouse. Exposing her breasts then hiked up her skirt. "Please no..." she whimpered but in response he slapped her. She gasped as he tore off her panties and threw them aside. "Please no please please." She cried. He spread her legs and titled her hips. With out hesitation he proceeded to fuck her ass. She couldn't scream as the the act was too quick. She tried to hit back but all he did was hit more. He penetrated her hard. Fucking her ass like he never did before. She cried as he ravaged her body.
He pulled out. She was able to break away. She sobbed: her ass hurt. It wasn't over. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close. He pulled her skirt off then removed the tattered blouse she was completely naked. He forced her to look at him. His flesh was less pale and his touch was less cold. "Why are you here?" He hissed; she only sobbed in response he slapped her. "Why..are
..you...here?" He breathed; "i...i...." he slapped her harder he scanned her face. His cock was still hard. He threw her on her belly and pinned her down. She cried. He slipped it in again. She screamed. He rode her hard. Ignoring her distress.
She only sobbed. Her hands was pinned behind her back. She bit her lip and before long he grunted and she felt him empty himself into her ass. Sobs only echoed in the room.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-05-11 at 6:28 PM UTC in Someone just donated to me to write ghost erotica
Originally posted by Sudo The sex scenes are like 2.5 seconds of ghost rape during which the girl won't stfu. If I was a casperphile I'd like full on ghostbanging where a train is ran on her by the members of lynard skynard who died in the crash.
It's better than I thought but needs to be longer and rougher I think. Make the ghost torture her playfully until she screams for ghost cock
GHOST TRAIN NIGGAThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-05-11 at 6:18 PM UTC in Someone just donated to me to write ghost eroticaAh fuck it heres chapter 1 and 2 bitches be warned i was fucking high.
Haunted
Chapter-1
It was a year and 10 days since he took his life. She remembers that daywhere she discovered his corpse. Blood and bone splattered the walls. Gun laid in cold entwined cold fingers. Everyday atleast one time she relives that its seared into memory. Her master lay dead.
She was standing there. Lost in a nightmare that simply will not leave her. Time stood still every time she lived in that dream. What broke her trance was a thud. Then her coffee flew. An orange kitten woke her back to reality. He mewed...feeding time. Ignoring the the dripping coffee from the counter. "Oh Garfield!" She murmered glad to be woken up; She turned away from him as he apathetically groomed his paws sullied from the spilled coffee. She opened the plastic box containing the food he desperately craves and filled his bowl.
As soon as he heard the clink of the glass hitting the floor Garfield lept mewwing and dug in. Happy she distracted her bouncy bounding kitten she went back to the counter and sighed. She reached for the wash cloth and preceded to mop up the mess. Happy as she was to finally have a playful presence in the house finally the air still hanged on her heavy. It was almost oppressive dominating a darkness that simply wouldn't leave. She couldn't really relax because she felt like she was being watched. Strange things has be happening as well.
Like for example when she was home from grocery shopping she bought a bottle of wine placed it on it on the counter. When she turned around to go and place the rest in the fridge it flew off and hit the wall. Or some how Garfield would hiss and then hide from the empty lounge chair. Cigarettes when placed down in an easily found place would go missing. Lately she would wake in the morning with boot marks on her body.
She walked to the bathroom and stripped. The boot mark was on her ass this time. A flaming red mark on creamy white flesh reflected in the mirror. She pulled her hair from her bun long blonde hair fell in voluminous waves. Her blue eyes examined the mirror. Then she walked to the giant tub and preceded to turn on the water. Steam rose up. She poured some bubble bath. She went back to the mirror.
She looked into it and for a brief second she saw him behind her. His piercing angry eyes staring back. Dark black coals with anger. She gasped and turned nothing there. Her heart thudded. Her breathing quickened. She covered her mouth.
"It can't be...it isnt real..." she spoke, despite the warm steam filling up the room there was a chill "Its just stress...your just having stress" she tried to reassure herself. The chill got worse she shivered. She was frozen the chill filled her. Her breathing slowed she closed her eyes. Then she broke the spell "ENOUGH!" She screamed. The chill evaporated. She breathed. "I WILL..NOT LIVE LIKE THIS!" She continued.
She shook her head and slipped in the bath. The air still weighing her down. Her skin flushed with heat and rage heart thudded. Andreline coursing through her veins. "I. Will. Not. Live. Like. This!" She hissed through clenched teeth. Despite the chill being gone dominance hung in the air. It weighed down her soul with crushing oppressive force. For a year and ten days she felt locked in a prison. A prison of despair and sorrow at first. When she found her master dead after he took his own life she mourned and contemplated following him to the grave. Then time passed despite her sorrow anger took over. She was angry and bitter. Hardened like a battle wounded soldier. He abandoned her he selfishly abandoned her despite her love and devotion to him. For months she cried. She screamed. She raged. Now she accepted it despite the pain she was ready to move on.
Thats when the prison closed in and the weird happenings started. She remembered when he said she was his property for life. Did that mean till death do they part? She thought this as she toyed with the bubbles with her fingertips. This was just stress she was seeing things.
She sighed..she was going out sick from work that day she had to take her medication. To calm her nerves after she bathed she got her cellphone and dialed the number. Like a robot she reported she wasnt going to make because she had to xanax and she wasnt going to be functional after she took it.
She then reached her robe wraped herself in it reached for the glass on the sink and then filled it water. She went to the cabinet pulled her medication opened it and instinctively popped the pill in her mouth. Hastily she chugged the water and down it went.
She then went into bed and Garfield joined her.
She lied on her side buried in a blanket and petted Garfield as he settled down belly full he fell asleep instantly purring. She focused on petting him until blessed sleep came for her as well.
Closing her eyes she fell into a deep tranquil sleep. Peace enveloped her at last a brief respite. Yet little did she knew she was going to a wake up to a nightmare.
Chapter 2
The xanax put the girl out for the entire day well into the evening. When the clock struck 12 am in the dark thats when the door between the world of living and the the dead become open to each other. Ghosts can manifest themselves in a numerous amounts of ways. Whether through a mirror or radio waves or fire or smoke. When one is haunted the energy is always there. Its irrelevant whether a spirit chooses to make themselves known animals and some individuals can sense their presence. Sometimes its a borne talent to see the dead, sometimes its a bind stronger than death.
The girl awoke from her slumber; she breathed slowly. She felt hot. Garfield was gone. She closed her eyes and felt hot. Her body felt hot all over. Even most intimate parts ached. She threw the covers away and remove her robe. There was a chill her nipples hardened and slowly she let a soft moan. Her nectar flowed as her intimates grew flushed with need. She bit her lip as she kneeled and toyed with her breasts. Her pussy leaked as she let her own hands toy with her body. She then laid back down and rubbed her swollen clit...her hole gushed more seeping delicious juices.
She flushed as her body responded animalistically. She moaned as she rubbed harder and faster...her clit responding by throbbing intensely. She moaned agonizgly in need as her pussy swelled in her arousal. Before she knew it she cried out in heat as she could endure no longer. She orgasmed with such intensity she gushed creating a puddle. Melting she breathed in and out in bliss. She closed her eyes.
She turned over. Letting her climax come down. The light was on in the dining room. She left it on. She enjoyed the quiet with eyes closed. Then after some time she heard footsteps. Her back was turned away from the door. The air grew colder and she froze. Her heart thudded she shot up back still turned but before she could make a dash for it cold hands grabbed her.
"Nooo!" She cried she struggled but the grip was like iron. She felt someone against her. "No please no!" She cried as futilely she struggled but a hand was placed over her mouth. The lights flickered on. Mouth covered eyes darted around she glanced up and saw that familiar face scowling at her. "Shhh..no ones being murdered here..." he tsked almost in an exhasperated sigh. His body felt cold as fear took over her. This. Can't. Be. Real. He laid her forcefully on the bed. He pinned her down with his body weight. He removed his hand to pin her wrists down. She struggled fruitlessly against. "Get off me...this has to be a dream...get off!" She cried struggling. He laughed his deep voice filling. "Its not a dream...its real..." he replied matter of factly. She struggled his body feeling cold against.
He spread her legs...revealing her glistening wet pussy covered in hair. He scowled. "Didn't I tell you to fucking shave your pussy pet?!" He asked angerily as he preceded to slap her pussy. He hit hard and she started to cry "What does it matter?! Your fucking dead!" She retorted through hot tears "Fuck stop it! " she cried as the slaps grew harder and harder "Stop!"
Her pussy at this point was growing red from the abuse. "Dont you remember? You fucking shot yourself...." she cried the pain growing intense " This has to be a dream this can't be real..." she whimpered.
"SHUT UP!" He responded "Do not distrespect your master!" His touch felt cold as he spread her pussy. She blushed hotly and squirmed underneath his touch. He procceded to pinch her clit she cried. "Stop please stop!" She cried as he toyed with her clit. Before she knew it she grew hot underneath his touch. "Pleasse..." as her cries melted into moans. She blinked hoping to wake up. Nothing. His hand was around her neck squeezing in a vice lock grip.
Her breathing hastened as he rubbed her clit her body responding instinctively to his touch. Despite the absurdity of the situation. When her juices started flowing laid down on top of her pinning her with all his strength. His eyes black as coal, his tanned skin had become ash. She can see his veins. Black as if he was pulled from the grave. She struggled..his scent smelled of death. His mouth reached not for her lips but sank down on her breasts teeth sinking deep in to her tender flesh. She screamed loudly the pain hurt her. "Oh dear god stop please stop please..." he didn't respond only sank his teeth deeper breaking the skin and drawing blood. Tears fell, as she cried. When he withdrew his mouth her flesh was red and bleeding.
He smiled darkly and slapped her face. " All those months you've cried your pathetic eyes out...missing me.." he whispered "You say you loved me...yet bound to earth I've watched you and you've disobeyed me....how dare you disrespect your master?"
"You-you..." her voice trembled "You killed yourself...you've been dead to me. I found your body. I saw the gruesome scene. You selfishly killed yourself....how can I be obedient to man that's no longer of this world?"
He slapped her in response. Her cheek stinging. He got off and scrambled to the other side of the bed. There was a rosary on the the night stand she grabbed it and clunged to it for dear life.
"BE GONE!" She screamed as he moved towards her she shoved it in her face " I. Said. BEGONE!"
He grabbed her wrist.
Her breathing quickened; his voice softened "Unfortunately I can't do that...now obey me for once and this will all be over."
"No..." she replied "Begone...please be gone..." he sighed and pulled her closer to him. "PET. Obey me." He spoke as he laid her gently on the bed. He spread her legs " This will be over soon."
He unzipped his dirty jeans to reveal a rigid hard big manhood. She shook her head no. As he laid on top of her she can felt the tip of it against her opening. "No...please no..." she begged, "This is wrong...whatever you've become this is unatural...im not a necrophile.."
"LISTEN!" He pleaded "I need this...I cant explain pet; but I simply need this..."
"No..." she spoke. He ignored her. Then with out grace he slammed into her. She screamed as he tore through her; his cock felt cold. He stretched her painfully. With out much imput he grunted; she felt unbelievably tight. Her tears flowed anew. He slid a bit out only leaving the tip in her then brutally thrusted in again hitting her cerix. She cried in agony as her insides spiked in pain. He pinned her down with all his weight. He picked up the pace. She cried as his thrusts grew more intense. He went faster starting to pound away at her tender flesh. He went faster as she quietly cried almost trying to fuck her womb. Harder and harder he rode her. Then when she could endure no more he climaxed silently with in her.
His seed felt even colder. He seemed to fill her up to the brim. When he pulled out she was leaking seed. She was frozen in shock. This had to be a dream this couldn't be real.
He scowled.
"From now own you will obey me...as if I was still alive." He commanded "No more disobedience or next time I come it will be worse..."
He paused.
She looked away.
"Well? Answer me..." he yelled pulling her hair forcing her to look at him; " Yes Sir.." she whimpered wanting this to be over. He removed his grip off her hair. Before long she fell asleep. -
2019-05-11 at 6:15 PM UTC in Someone just donated to me to write ghost erotica
Originally posted by Thotgirl I don't like ghosts if i were to pick a supernatural id fuck and obssess about id go with a vampire then go on a blood cult killing to honor my vampire lord.
Can you write a vampire erotica. Please use lots of contextual references as metaphors (Rigor Mortis, Embalming Fluid, Putrefaction, etc)The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-05-11 at 5:43 PM UTC in Elon Musk is hated-Global AgendaTesla CEO Elon Musk faces trial for 'pedo' insult of diver
This british dude stated Elon Musk had a PR stunt in mind when Elon offered to help save the Thailand soccer team trapped in a cave, so in a classic "Welcome to Totse..Totse Forever" moment of reply-, the angst Elon fires back he was just being a greedy pedo with his own self interest (directing it at Vernon Unsworth, specialist search & rescue).
Vernon Unsworth is suing Musk. LOL.. WTF? for defamation of character/slander/wwhatever
First off.. Elon lives in the USA now and the comment was directed at a Brit in Asia. Elon is being dragged into court in the USA with an American Judge setting the court date.
WTF??
clearly it was schoolyard reference insult.
clearly it's not in the same county, provence nor state let alone the same nation.
clearly these schoolyard insults are made daily by a billion people on the planet
clearly things are changing to newspeakThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-05-11 at 4:28 PM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Malice Metro EditionThat's low hanging fruitThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-05-11 at 5:37 AM UTC in Your thoughts at the moment
But I ain’t never crossed a man that didn’t deserve it!
Me be treated like a punk you know that’s unheard of!
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Tell me, whyyy are weee.. so blind to see ?!
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2019-05-11 at 3:19 AM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Malice Metro Edition
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2019-05-10 at 6:14 AM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Malice Metro EditionHamdle me
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2019-05-09 at 5 AM UTC in I never been to a stripper building with females on those silver thingies
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2019-05-09 at 3:19 AM UTC in Do you think that it's strange, or creepy, that Risir already moved from Germany to the United States, after only...
Originally posted by Sudo I have to be fucked out of my gourd to eat ass but I'll lick a stank bitches pussy until she's busting and trying to crab walk backwards.
On topic: have you ever gotten head that was so bad it made you depressed and reevaluate your life but you still had a hard on? I dunno if my dick has feelings or is capable of an existential crisis but I'm gonna find a way to tell
YES
NOW GO AWAY I HATE MYSELF NOW '
SDLF'A
SKFASDFSADFSASDF'ASDFASD'FAS 'DKSD'FK
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2019-05-09 at 2:32 AM UTC in Petition to segregate Totseans, Zokleteers, & Dhers..
Originally posted by Erekshun No but the fucking was a grudge. Larry and Jill run with what she says, I don't care. I know the truth and I got a good nut that she lies about because I dumped her. I took her on a cruise, spent about $1500 on her, you don't hear about that do you? Hardly even saw her on the whole trip. Who knows who/what she was doing. I still had a good time because it was a rock N roll cruise. Yes, I drank my ass off because we bought the drink package. It was a good time even without her.
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2019-05-09 at 12:05 AM UTC in Why are you people so racist?I chased the guy down that sexually assaulted my poodle .. but he pulled a Tupperware of 3 bean salad out and threw it on the pavement and I slipped .. fuqn beans and mayonnaise everywhereThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-05-08 at 9:09 PM UTC in DY DAY (Must Read)In light of the new evidence, it will be known that today, May 8th is to be the now Zokletian holiday called:
DY Day
What do we do on DY day faggot?
On DY Day we take Serryquel in honor of the sacrifice of DY(DP), the sub spirit of DY. Yes, the sacrifices made by DY and his 10-Strip-Candyflip-Liferuin, Mr.Baggie-PCP BrainBrake/DickBrake, and mania-schizophrenia acquisitions in order to save everyone from eternal damnation. DY has gone to the depths of heroine addiction as well as all of the aforementioned so that YOU DON'T HAVE TO, and if you decide to go do that anyways, then you are IDIOT because DY already graciously did that for you, so you are a fukking sinner and go die.
TO ABUSE HEROIN IS A SIN and everyone who does it anyway will go die and be dead in the depths of the unwholesome until they apply for parole.
THE ONLY WAY TO UBAN YOURSELF from go dieing with the unwholesome is to stop heroineing, and to take opioid pain medication on DY day. If it's not DY day yet, well then your kind of stuck in a shit sandwich with turds on the top until it IS DY day. The holiest thing to do on DY day is to
#1.) TAKE YOUR SERRYQUEL AND DO NOT FUKKING FORGET!
#2.) Meditate on DY and everything he has done for you for at least 30 minutes, preferably in the morning or at night.
#3.) Spread the gospel of DY Day, but DY has done some of that for you, so don't worry bout it too much, gont.
#X.) Junkies must take opioid PM's to Uban.
Now if you don't have a pain condition and you take opioid PM then you are a idiot, but not a sinner and neither wholesome nor unwholesome. All who forget to take their Serryquel on DY day will be marked as having an occurrence on their record. Too many occurrences and you will need to make your case to DY, in which case he will determine your wholesomeness on the spot.
Now you do not need to meditate on DY on any day other than DY Day, as DY is not a jealous, full-blown autistic asshole God like God.
DY has developed organic hallucinations every day in order to save your life, and so you don't have to. Those who do anyway, are my chosen ones who will be with me forever after the last DY day, and we will sing the blues, and we will sing the reds. And we will live in wholesome harmony, along with our betamenschen, AKA, the the secondest holiers who are not a part of the schizophrenia spectrum, but have been holy to DY, especially on DY day.
NOW GO TO BED AT YOUR BEDTIME.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
