Fuck!
I'm tired of fucking people telling me what the fuck I'm fucking thinking and fucking feeling all the time? How the fuck do you know what I'm fucking thinking, you never fucking asked me and I never fucking told you! So stop fucking assuming that you fucking know what's going on in my head and heart all the fucking time!
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fuck fucktards
to the fucktard who rode with me into burningman this year,go fuck yourself. Since since no way would i ever fuck you, you acted like a fucktard and then you became an even biger fucktard,by sudddenly become completely inept at building when we got there and walking off repeatedly duringbuilding time, by leaving your four foot fucking stake in the ground and your garbage and cig butts you left and all the stupid un burningman fucking things you did. so there you false fucktard trying to pretend he is shiva. go fuck yourself and may you never come back to burningman. ya know what fucktard? all the people we camped with thought?, they thought you were a fucking jerk for leaving that way too.
i never fucking liked you.
and thank fucking goddess/god we recreated the end scene and we all laughed our asses off at ya and i didn't have to leave with you. Hallefuckingluya!
i never fucking liked you.
and thank fucking goddess/god we recreated the end scene and we all laughed our asses off at ya and i didn't have to leave with you. Hallefuckingluya!
Y. Depraved you ask? Cause I can never get too much love or enough of Burning Man.
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so beautiful the messengers, i *almost* forgot to say "
walk the hallowed land
isles packed with Christmas crap
rise to victory
isles packed with Christmas crap
rise to victory
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Unless you push your limits how will you ever know where they are?
welcome to my lair.. said the spider to the fly...
welcome to my lair.. said the spider to the fly...
I'm sorry about the haiku thing.
Have found that I might be (ha!) obsessive/compulsive, and it (haiku) iambic pentameters my ass all over the fucking place.
Which means of course that I really should get a fucking life.
If the flow of syllables gets me off in any small way, what fucking joy might be wrought from a simple fucking mercy fuck (such as you ask of me tonight)?
You are my fucking rock, Sylvia.
Seriously now. I will do your sister proud. Stand down rest soldier.
Have found that I might be (ha!) obsessive/compulsive, and it (haiku) iambic pentameters my ass all over the fucking place.
Which means of course that I really should get a fucking life.
If the flow of syllables gets me off in any small way, what fucking joy might be wrought from a simple fucking mercy fuck (such as you ask of me tonight)?
You are my fucking rock, Sylvia.
Seriously now. I will do your sister proud. Stand down rest soldier.
Arrgh.
12 messages ago i ran out of characters on the subject line & had not known of it til now.
"so beautiful the messengers, i *almost* forgot to say " "
was typed to say:
"..... i *almost* forgot to say "fuck"".
Which may be what started this whole FUCKING thing tonight between Sylvia and i? My not saying FUCK on a post. It was not (perhaps) the haiku that stimulated some primative nerve within Sylvias' sibing-addled mind, but moreover cogniton that EVEN THOUGH NEAR COMATOSE with holiday-someone-i-would-rather-not-sleep-on-my-fucking-couch-rage-ism, Sylvia sought order, refuge from the storm that is not Fuck.
12 messages ago i ran out of characters on the subject line & had not known of it til now.
"so beautiful the messengers, i *almost* forgot to say " "
was typed to say:
"..... i *almost* forgot to say "fuck"".
Which may be what started this whole FUCKING thing tonight between Sylvia and i? My not saying FUCK on a post. It was not (perhaps) the haiku that stimulated some primative nerve within Sylvias' sibing-addled mind, but moreover cogniton that EVEN THOUGH NEAR COMATOSE with holiday-someone-i-would-rather-not-sleep-on-my-fucking-couch-rage-ism, Sylvia sought order, refuge from the storm that is not Fuck.
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