Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Billy Barue Bores Bethany
I can't imagine how. I'm sure the ole' Billy Barue has something to talk about other than date rapes and AIDS jokes.
Crap.
I'm mixing up my 80s film references again.
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The dude wearing anal beads as a necklace also sports a shirt that reads, "dirty players."
Coincidence?
I think not.
Coincidence?
I think not.
I don't think she's yawning. I think she's laughing...because she's thinking, "My Gawd, I could bench press this twig."
BTW, nice white belt with the United Farm Workers logo. Chavez would be so proud of you.
S
BTW, nice white belt with the United Farm Workers logo. Chavez would be so proud of you.
S
Nice musculature on Sarah Silverman Hott.
She's saying ,"Excuse me, I have cockk on my breath. Oddly enough, so do you, Billy."
She's saying ,"Excuse me, I have cockk on my breath. Oddly enough, so do you, Billy."
Bethany gasped when EbLT exposed his gargantuan, yet oddly shaped member and offered to give her a mushroom stamp.
Billy prayed he would be given the same offer
Billy prayed he would be given the same offer
Something tells me that ol' Bill has the IQ of a stick. He just has that, "I'm a total dumbass look etched onto his face."
Are these two legal? He might be 18. She is mocking his bead necklace; that, or an Indian war whoop. Or stifling a belch.
Relax. Her arm is squished up against her chest, making it appear larger.
I know these body tricks. I pose and draw models.
That area right behind her knee? Mmmmm. Nice touch, and his fingers are heading there. And what a nice orangey contrast they are with her silken white thigh and calf.
Did I say calf? Time to head to the barn and tend the dairy babies.
Relax. Her arm is squished up against her chest, making it appear larger.
I know these body tricks. I pose and draw models.
That area right behind her knee? Mmmmm. Nice touch, and his fingers are heading there. And what a nice orangey contrast they are with her silken white thigh and calf.
Did I say calf? Time to head to the barn and tend the dairy babies.
O and I caught one of the fuccen last planes outa Reagan National and that is the last time I ever put my life in the hands of a bunch of snow-fearin' Virginian Banjo-Driven Butt Fuckers.
ehhh. Goodbye Sober Night.
ehhh. Goodbye Sober Night.
Samurai Scrote flosses his teeth with bigger anal beads than this choad's pathetic excuse for a sex toy.
I'm starting to hate the internet.
His shirt says "punk rock" above his belt buckle."
I'm going to start wearing potato sacks in rebellion to all this slutty thigh-exposure, boob-squash bullshit these 12-year olds are all into. God damnit, I feel old and pissed off and horrified. I mean horrifed because now I know what Grandpa Oblongata meant when he hollered, "God damn kids these days, I'd like to poke every one of 'em right in the eye!" *menacing jab with his bony index finger*
And he didn't live long enough to see this stuff.
If drinking were an option, I'd be making DarkSock look like a fucking Mormon right now. Well, at least I still have homicide.
His shirt says "punk rock" above his belt buckle."
I'm going to start wearing potato sacks in rebellion to all this slutty thigh-exposure, boob-squash bullshit these 12-year olds are all into. God damnit, I feel old and pissed off and horrified. I mean horrifed because now I know what Grandpa Oblongata meant when he hollered, "God damn kids these days, I'd like to poke every one of 'em right in the eye!" *menacing jab with his bony index finger*
And he didn't live long enough to see this stuff.
If drinking were an option, I'd be making DarkSock look like a fucking Mormon right now. Well, at least I still have homicide.
Pssh. Ass Pear LaPlante's anal beads are a lämp pull chain, cuz her hiny is tighter than a spring chicken's urethra.
psshhh....DB1's anal beads are made out of tasty HoHo's, or in a pinch, Hostess Ding Dongs (King Dons to you Yankees).
Psssh .... Mr. White's anal beads are all linked hickory wood hunks with pulsing vibrators daisy chained in a syncopated sequence, because as a mathmetician he enjoys log-rhythms.
Sorry. I'll just sign off and go into the dark night alone after that one....
Sorry. I'll just sign off and go into the dark night alone after that one....
Because it's only a matter of time before I attempt a Medusa Biscotti bead riff....You see, dear people, puns are a good servant but a poor master. No, wait; that's Bourbon. Ahhmmmm, Carry on then.
Definately sign off before the black and sorely missed onyx tendrils enshrouds the driver of my mind's vessel leaving his low slouching beast of a passenger hungrily eyeing the now accessible steering wheel.......Nite Noir guys....Ambiens a helluva drugyggh@€€>>>>¥•••
I see you, Darksock.
Medusa's anal beads are made from jewels that Mr. Biscotti stole from the Vatican. Every time he yanks them out of my ass, I yell, "JESUS CHRIST!"
...too much?
Medusa's anal beads are made from jewels that Mr. Biscotti stole from the Vatican. Every time he yanks them out of my ass, I yell, "JESUS CHRIST!"
...too much?
Damn you straight to hell.
I was so scarred a few months ago, I tried to sacrifice the hilarity of my hourly visits in favor of subduing my ape-ish rage and restoring my balanced spirit.
I started working out and running, just for the overall sense of well-being it brings. I spent time studying the I Ching, and spent my evenings brushing up on my FAR-AIM while listening to Italian opera.
Then I pop open the ol' favorites folder and hop over to see what's shakin' with my favorite blogger and funniest commentators on the net.
Instantly my mind is filled with the image of my elbow shattering fuck stains nose, splattering blood all over his cute little cum dumpster and the back of that bus. As he reels in pain, I imagine a well-placed jab to the throat, sending his adam's apple so far down into his wind pipe you'd need some salad tongs to extract it before you could begin CPR.
All of this, of course, flashes before my eyes in a fraction of a second, like a horrible episode of deja-vu, a fleeting moment of blind rage that rivals all the anger of all the Japanese officers in all the Pacific battles of WWII.
Nanking has nothing on the level of inhuman, vile spite that dirty shitdiggger here inspires.
Damn you, straight to hell.
Also, I kind of want to fuck her armpit.
I was so scarred a few months ago, I tried to sacrifice the hilarity of my hourly visits in favor of subduing my ape-ish rage and restoring my balanced spirit.
I started working out and running, just for the overall sense of well-being it brings. I spent time studying the I Ching, and spent my evenings brushing up on my FAR-AIM while listening to Italian opera.
Then I pop open the ol' favorites folder and hop over to see what's shakin' with my favorite blogger and funniest commentators on the net.
Instantly my mind is filled with the image of my elbow shattering fuck stains nose, splattering blood all over his cute little cum dumpster and the back of that bus. As he reels in pain, I imagine a well-placed jab to the throat, sending his adam's apple so far down into his wind pipe you'd need some salad tongs to extract it before you could begin CPR.
All of this, of course, flashes before my eyes in a fraction of a second, like a horrible episode of deja-vu, a fleeting moment of blind rage that rivals all the anger of all the Japanese officers in all the Pacific battles of WWII.
Nanking has nothing on the level of inhuman, vile spite that dirty shitdiggger here inspires.
Damn you, straight to hell.
Also, I kind of want to fuck her armpit.
I want to see a Whore-Off between Medusa and Mr. Slave.
It would be so obscene that it would momentarily stop the rotation of the earth.
Just the way I like it.
It would be so obscene that it would momentarily stop the rotation of the earth.
Just the way I like it.
As the inverted plastic Sybian seat thrust deeper into Collin’s colon, he maintained a steadfast grasp on Gertrude’s ego-stabilizing thigh past the vaunted eleven minute mark… and thereby establishing himself as the true coin-operated Viking Yogurt Rodeo machine’s champion.
God damn it, all this time spent on creating the perfect human, and it comes out gay.
Take it to the gas chambers.
How many times can we go through this process? It's just so damn disheartening.
Take it to the gas chambers.
How many times can we go through this process? It's just so damn disheartening.
My favorite traffic gal
Vera Jimenez
.. who when she says my beloved "Inland Empire" I hear angels singing the Hallelujah chorus ( about 0:50 ) had disappeared mysteriously off of the other wise shitty channel 2's 5-7 AM telecast.
Imagine my happiness and subsequent bonerfic party in my pants when I discovered her back on the air at rival KTLA during the dinnertime broadcast tonight.
Everyone has a list of say five celebrities that they'd allow their betrothed to fuck, no questions asked, if given the chance. Most ladies understandably take George Cloony, Johnny Depp etc.
My list has
- 90+ year old Connie Stevens (my crush on her will never waiver)
- The mouthy chick from the Gilmore Girls that was Bad Santa's fuck buddy,
- Deanna Pappas from the Bachelor/Bachelorette TV show a few years back
- Ashley Force
- and my delicious little chalupa, Vera
Vera Jimenez
.. who when she says my beloved "Inland Empire" I hear angels singing the Hallelujah chorus ( about 0:50 ) had disappeared mysteriously off of the other wise shitty channel 2's 5-7 AM telecast.
Imagine my happiness and subsequent bonerfic party in my pants when I discovered her back on the air at rival KTLA during the dinnertime broadcast tonight.
Everyone has a list of say five celebrities that they'd allow their betrothed to fuck, no questions asked, if given the chance. Most ladies understandably take George Cloony, Johnny Depp etc.
My list has
- 90+ year old Connie Stevens (my crush on her will never waiver)
- The mouthy chick from the Gilmore Girls that was Bad Santa's fuck buddy,
- Deanna Pappas from the Bachelor/Bachelorette TV show a few years back
- Ashley Force
- and my delicious little chalupa, Vera
He looks pretty confident for someone who has a 2 page expository composition on poison ivy that's overdue.
I don't think Bethany is bored. She is stifling a hearty guffaw. Billy just showed her his cockk and then told her "This is as big as it gets."
Douche Bigelow here needs to be the next contestant on Tool Academy!
The braod looks like Sara Silverman with Chyna's arms........she's licking her fingers to get a taste of the milk dud residue off them anal beads!
The braod looks like Sara Silverman with Chyna's arms........she's licking her fingers to get a taste of the milk dud residue off them anal beads!
I think it's spelled "Billy Boru," as if related to the historical figure Brian Boru who defeated the Vikings at the Battle of Clontarf.
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