Tuesday, February 4, 2014

The Perfect Traveling Companion

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  1. I’d drive her if you know what I mean!!
    STEEEEEEEEEEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! 2 1sts today biznatches!!!

  2. ^It’s a dude

  3. All three of you are gay in the figurative sense. Try hitchhiking. You might get picked up by a stupid Dane who’s dtf.

  4. Hey, what’s for lunch?

  5. :p {|}

  6. That’s what she said?

  7. This is for StupidGerman, and the fuckwit hasn’t posted.

  8. He’s spent…..you don’t want me to elaborate.

  9. If you keep mentioning me in your comments, it’s your own fault if you get raped.

  10. 8===> ~ ~ ~ {|}

  11. Lunch is pre pumped milk from yours truly. Now I haves to go jerks off.

  12. For the right price, you too May watch, but you absolutely must be internet rich with at least one yacht in the north Atlantic. Plus, like peepee, you have to pay me 88 dollhair’s purr minute.

  13. I just took a shit on my fucktwit neighbor’s front porch.

  14. my best friend’s mother makes 88 dolars hourly on the computer. She has been laid off for five months but last month her pay was 21162 USD just working on the computer for a few hours. read the article



  15. ^ did you transcribe ‘the article’ from ancient Hebrew?

  16. Seriously Peepee, you don’t want to aggravate them. Please be careful.

  17. ^ tell me why? I wanna

  18. imadethistocommentonthisonepostandnothingmore

    I prostituted once back in my day. It was a terrible experience.
    There I was, February 31st, 1962. The Korean War had just ended, so the troops were finally back and ready to catch up on all the pony riding they had missed while they were gone. I had just been fired from my job as a dishwasher at Papa Johns and rent was due that upcoming Friday. I had to come up with a plan or I was going to be homeless.

    So I did what every civilized man would do. I put an ad out in the mornin paper: “Young man, ready to earn cash, will do whatever it takes. Use me as you will.”

    Next thing you know, there I am, a cold dark hotel room. A large masculine man walks through the door. We both stay silent. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, he started to take his clothes off and told me to undress. I thought I was joining the Navy. I ask him why and proceed to tell him no, I dont think Im fit for the Airforce. The stale endless look he gave me, I will never forget. He climbed into my bed. I wondered why, because there was two beds.. He began to spoon me, so I resisted. So he grabbed me tightly and said:

    “I could have killed ’em all, I could’ve killed you. In town you’re the law, out here it’s me. Don’t push it! Don’t push it or I’ll give you a war you won’t believe. Let it go. Let it go!”

    The rest of the night was a blurr. I awoke the next morning in a small village in Guam. He told me we had to fight our way out or we wouldnt make it out alive. So we proceeded to wipe out small asian men with our M12B A-2 assault rifles. The men we shot would explode like Pinatas, except they would explode out small cheap gadgets and Nike shoes. We ended up in a city named: Beijing. I didnt understand a single word anyone would say, but I soon adapted my linguist skills enough to buy food. It wasnt very hard in all truth, I used a complex combination of small words like ching and chang and tywong and Kim Jong il.

    Anyways, what an experience it all was. The rest of the story will have to wait till another day.

  19. imadethistocommentonthisonepostandnothingmore

    ^wrong posting area. Fml.

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