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2017-09-12 at 5:02 AM UTC in does heroin porn exist?I once saw a porn where a guy basically traded his wife for a bag of coke. The dealer fucked her right in front of the dude on a mattress on the floor. Shit wasn't aesthetic fam, not aesthetic at all.
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2017-09-12 at 5 AM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Get Rekt, Faggot!Again, El RestStopido bringing you the hardest shit AF Fams:
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2017-09-12 at 4:55 AM UTC in Knock knockMy blood runs dry, take my life! Save me from this death inside!
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2017-09-12 at 4:33 AM UTC in Grab the Lube...Irma Is coming...and Shes Wearin' Her Best CodpieceHAND in HAND...there actually having a telethon chock full of A list celebrities for this shit...it isn't even that fucking bad fuck people go suck on a Gatorade bottle it would have a more positive impact.
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2017-09-12 at 4:30 AM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Get Rekt, Faggot!
Originally posted by 霍比特人说中文不好 Your memory fails you. He'd do shit like shoot up a speedball then run around in only underwear, socks, and a cape in his room like some sort of dancing superhero.
He went total 12 steps now though. Refused to talk to me about a year back because I messaged him while I was drinking. Totally blocked me. Told me I'd have to quit drinking before he could talk to me.
IMHO sounds like he was actually a better person while still strung out on whatever the fuck than sober. I realize it isn't the norm but I've seen first hand how sobriety actually makes people worse morally and just in general. -
2017-09-12 at 3:53 AM UTC in May you all have a peaceful..You seem to have a school of thought that all people who make (insert big number here) and above are some type of esoteric, demon like entities hell bent on destroying the blue collar man...this is of course...false.
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2017-09-12 at 3:44 AM UTC in holographic bundySpent all my money playin' La Crosse,
guess I'm stuck wearin La Coste.
Addicted to blonde white gurl ass,
but that's goin' through big bros stash.
Nigga I stay faded with a pack of Newies,
and an a overweight crystal, whores hear
my mating call from southern Ohio to Bristol. -
2017-09-12 at 3:38 AM UTC in Challenge: Crucify YourselfI once did so much crystal that I felt my fingers and toes especially were going to break off but that was probably due to dehydration and poor circulation. Behold your lord and savior, RestStop. I did crystal meth and fucked a hooker for YOUR sins. YOURS.
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2017-09-12 at 3:26 AM UTC in The retarded fred: The jolly green giants cock editionShit go hard as a MF Fam's :
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2017-09-12 at 3:23 AM UTC in headaches arent brosPretty sure they didn't have the technology in 1793 to produce cough gels or anything "gels" for that matter.
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2017-09-12 at 3:17 AM UTC in Jet fuel can't melt steel memesI wonder if usps is extra slow with mail today...
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2017-09-12 at 2:41 AM UTC in I'm having bouts of the shits
Originally posted by mmQ I'm going to have this final thread put onto an old-timey scroll, the ones with the burnt corners and shit, and I'm gonna take it with me no matter where I go, and I will wander, and I will grow old or fall off a cliff, and they will find me, and the scroll, and they will know what we have always known.
For majesty. For legacy.
FOR THE YOUTH
WE are DIVINE. United we stand. Divided we fall. -
2017-09-12 at 2:22 AM UTC in headaches arent brosI bet all the bundy and Nutmeg have taken a toll on your brain. Sad. So sad. You barely had one to begin with.
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2017-09-12 at 12:48 AM UTC in I'm having bouts of the shitsWe’d finished a modest pasta dinner with salad and I was looking forward to catching up on some shows I’d been watching. I scrubbed the dishes then loaded the dishwasher, drying my hands with a coarse rag before walking to the bathroom door to find it shut. A light knock returned my father’s deep voice “Occupied” so I headed to the living room, passing some time with a puzzle game on my phone, sunken into the couch. I completed a few levels as my mother worked through a stack of legal documents in the study when my nagging bladder led me once more to the bathroom door, still closed. “Hurry up dad” I pleaded, returning a deep, muffled cough then “Give me a minute”.
I looked at my phone’s clock and realized he must have been in there at least half an hour already. I explained this through the door to the answer of ”My stomach is just a little upset, I need a minute”. Something started to feel very wrong. Perhaps it was the lack of humor in his voice, devoid of his usual grumpy tone, or perhaps it was the fact he’s had an operation just last year and he now seemed more mortal, more fragile than before. “I’m using yours then” I snapped to no response. I walked through my mother’s study to inform her but she wasn’t there. I headed up the stairs. To find their room empty, their bathroom door closed as well. I knocked on the door to my mother’s deadpan response “Occupied”. I realized food poisoning might be the culprit, and as I merely needed to go number one, I headed out the back door and relieved myself behind the bush. I felt a little exposed in the night’s breeze but the view was at least blocked from any neighbor’s homes. I returned inside to my room to watch some TV and try to forget about it.
Two episodes later, I had a nagging feeling of unease and checked the bathroom door and found it still locked shut. “Dad what’s going on, can I get you anything”, I asked, my tone laced with concern. “I’m fine, just give me a minute” he responded in the same lackluster voice. I looked at my phone, it had been two hours. Something was very wrong. I raced upstairs to my parent’s bedroom, to their bathroom door. “Mom, what’s going on, are you ok?” I called frantically. “I’m fine, just give me a minute”, she said, the exact words. “It’s been two hours! Something is clearly wrong!” I barked, unable to mask my concern. “Just a sec”, she responded. I thought I heard something electrical, something buzzing or scraping, but it was barely audible and gone quickly. I headed back defeated to my room and resumed my show.
I must have dozed off, when my eyes stretched open it was day time, and my cell read 10:45. I trudged a zombie-like shuffle to the bathroom and twisted the handle, locked. Dread welled in my stomach as I remembered the night before and I knocked on the door. “Occupied”, my dad’s voice called back and then I heard it, the muffled sound similar to cicadas, but much softer and lower in tone. I sniffed, fighting the urge to cry, then noticing the odor. It wasn’t a septic one, it was the sour stench of a dead mouse swept from behind a fridge, the foul odor of decay when stumbling upon half of a deer in the woods.
I twisted the handle and said “Dad, I’m very worried about you, just open the door”. There was a low, phlegm-filled cough followed by a baritone, vibratory response, “Give me a minute”. I raced upstairs, my parent’s bathroom door locked as well. My mother’s voice “Give me a minute” repeated like a script when I knocked. Dozens of fies circled the bedroom, buzzing and hovering past my batting hands. I removed my phone with shaky fingers and I dialed 911, not yet pressing send. “Open the door now or I’m calling 911”, I demanded. No response, I dialed. I explained I was worried, that my parents hadn’t left the bathroom in over ten hours, that something was very wrong. They agreed to send an officer after some convincing and I waited downstairs on the couch. I’d opened the doors and windows to air out that rancid smell permeating the house, but more flies just kept coming in.
After an hour I heard the car engine outside and walked outside to meet the officers. I led them inside, over to the bathroom door and the taller officer knocked, saying “I’m a police officer, your son called me because he’s concerned, can you please open the door?” to the responding sound of the toilet flushing. He tried the door handle, finding it locked. “Please open the door now or we’ll be forced to open it”. Nothing. He looked over to the other officer, who nodded, a solemn frown fixed on his face. The tall officer removed a tool and forced the lock, opening the door and immediately buried his face in the crook of his elbow. ”My god”, he said quietly, coughing violently then gagging.
What was left of my parent’s bodies was removed as I sat in the back of a cop car. I wasn’t a suspect, they had clarified. They just had a lot of questions about my story, as to why I hadn’t called earlier. They explained as gently as possible the bodies had begun to liquefy from decomposition, a stage of decay that usually happens nearly a month after death. They said they are trying to find the cause through toxicology tests. In the meantime I’ve been staying with my uncle nearby, who’s been very helpful through the ordeal that‘s haunted me and plagued me with despair. His house is much smaller, it has only one bathroom that he entered over an hour ago after dinner. Panic has been coursing through my blood, I knocked on that door and asked if he was OK a few minutes ago. The response was that single ominous word that melted my insides, “Occupied” followed by that faint rattling sound as I tearfully asked back “by what”. -
2017-09-12 at 12:32 AM UTC in Grab the Lube...Irma Is coming...and Shes Wearin' Her Best Codpiece
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2017-09-11 at 11:43 PM UTC in 6 million jedis did not die in the HolocaustAnd 6 million rednecks, drug dealers, and old people died in FL that fall of 2017..
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2017-09-11 at 11:41 PM UTC in And I said nigga pleaseHe never tells me that he's sick of this house
He never says why don't you get off that couch?
He don't cost me nothin' when he wants to go out
I want you to love me like my dog
He never says I need a new attitude
Him and my sister ain't always in a feud
When I leave the seat up he don't think that it's rude
I want you to love me like my dog does, baby!
When I come home, I want you to just go crazy
He never looks at me like he might hate me
I want you to love me like my dog
He never acts like he don't care for my friends
He never asks me where in the hell have you been?
He don't play dead when I wanna pet him
I want you to love me like my dog does, honey!
He never says 'I wish you made more money'
He always thinks that pullin' my finger's funny
I want you to love me like my dog
He don't get mad at me and throw a major fit
When I say his sister is a bitch
I want you to love me like my dog does baby
When I come home, I want you to just go crazy
He never looks at me like he might hate me
I want you to love me like my dog!
I want you to love me like my dog does, baby! -
2017-09-11 at 11:38 PM UTC in Grab the Lube...Irma Is coming...and Shes Wearin' Her Best Codpiece
Originally posted by infinityshock jesus christ fucking a porcupine on the log flume ride.
It feels like fucking mogadishu in this fucking place. no electricity, boil water alert with trickling water pressure, everyone has generators running, my phone doesn't work worth shit, gunshots off in the distance, and I just now am getting my internet connection back.
fuck the local power company in the ass with a splintered bristlecone pine tree before it was de-limbed.
edit: also the motherfucking alligat0rs and other wild animals are crawling out of the swamps and wandering through the local neighborhoods. I mean literally…go check the news.
Post last edited by infinityshock at 2017-09-11T23:14:54.734341+00:00
All because three rain drops made a leaf fall off of his neighbor's tree. Butterfly effect fams? -
2017-09-11 at 10:56 PM UTC in 666 or 5 game
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2017-09-11 at 10:23 PM UTC in The retarded fred: The jolly green giants cock edition