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Well the first time, when I was 13¾% it happened rather Sputnikly*.
I recall walking in a jungle. Shiftily, as the crest moon was eyeing me up like a naked porn-star/ short sighted shrapnel. As if by magic, I was drawn toward it. A big fat dead purple gorilla gargoyle. I must of caught it by suprise, as it was fixing it's frilly skirt with floral patterns.
The romantic hard-knocking bongo drum machine playing pirate sat on the wall. Ionised radiation aurating circularly around him. He played his song. It blended in with the still, peaceful sub-terranian night. The giant Gorilla gargoyle glided gayley toward me. It's eerie movements got me slightly erect. It winked at me. Full blown hard on now. Although it was a dead foetus, it touched me. Right where it mattererd to me. Inter-molecular sheets of green graphical "a la matrix" code notes came from the bongo players rythim. It became apparent the player was stoned and had begun m@sterbating the bull frog stained sanitry towel next to him on the radiation wall. What a site.
G.G the 1st, (As I'd now christened him with my semi-erotic seamen) waltzed me. Tore my flesh off and smelled it. His dead foetus face became alive. He was floating in a velvet cloak borrowed from his second cousin the grim reaper (holiday in siam). The smell of my flesh sent G.G the 1st absolutely horny. He raped me. He was dead, and unborn (foetus) but made me feel alive. Absolutely battered me. Everwhere. All over the jungle. My a-hole resembled the features of a squinting fore head vein of a pi$$ed off caffiene charge plug.
Alas everthing went blury and dark. My dad walked in, seen me bumming my teddy bear and slammed the door shut. I ran out with glass shard and ripped him up. Drank all of his bile. Stimulated his appendix with my little finger, so he'd cum. Gosh my poor dad.
So after my rehabilitation some 37 years later, I found myself in the world of clouds.
The white marshmellow landscape was incredible. Which really does make me angry. If it was "In" credible why did I just credit it?! If it's INcredible??! ARGH. AM gonna kill you, you religious F**k. Back to the land of cloud......
Cross-legged. Top button undone. Sat a silver backed wizard crab. My heart was sinking down my ureter. I was soooo into him/her/it/lord.
But when it stood up....and it's side to side crab walk....I ejaculated so sharply my rigormortis twisted coil, vaginal fluid coated jeans sprunk a leak. I screamed pleasurefully. The whirlwind thong throwing bass guitar playing ninja appeared. And started strumming to the angelic movements of crabby. It did the hawaiin love dance 9 times before mauling the flesh from my skin. My muscular, red, dead face illuminated the waves.
I got hard again and we F**ked.
THIS IS THE PROPHECY OF THE VIBRATING MERMAID SEA SL*T
*Sputnikly = i was russian (rushing) in a space.....meh. nuts to you i liked it.
P.S lack of commas and dashes are the lords fault
I recall walking in a jungle. Shiftily, as the crest moon was eyeing me up like a naked porn-star/ short sighted shrapnel. As if by magic, I was drawn toward it. A big fat dead purple gorilla gargoyle. I must of caught it by suprise, as it was fixing it's frilly skirt with floral patterns.
The romantic hard-knocking bongo drum machine playing pirate sat on the wall. Ionised radiation aurating circularly around him. He played his song. It blended in with the still, peaceful sub-terranian night. The giant Gorilla gargoyle glided gayley toward me. It's eerie movements got me slightly erect. It winked at me. Full blown hard on now. Although it was a dead foetus, it touched me. Right where it mattererd to me. Inter-molecular sheets of green graphical "a la matrix" code notes came from the bongo players rythim. It became apparent the player was stoned and had begun m@sterbating the bull frog stained sanitry towel next to him on the radiation wall. What a site.
G.G the 1st, (As I'd now christened him with my semi-erotic seamen) waltzed me. Tore my flesh off and smelled it. His dead foetus face became alive. He was floating in a velvet cloak borrowed from his second cousin the grim reaper (holiday in siam). The smell of my flesh sent G.G the 1st absolutely horny. He raped me. He was dead, and unborn (foetus) but made me feel alive. Absolutely battered me. Everwhere. All over the jungle. My a-hole resembled the features of a squinting fore head vein of a pi$$ed off caffiene charge plug.
Alas everthing went blury and dark. My dad walked in, seen me bumming my teddy bear and slammed the door shut. I ran out with glass shard and ripped him up. Drank all of his bile. Stimulated his appendix with my little finger, so he'd cum. Gosh my poor dad.
So after my rehabilitation some 37 years later, I found myself in the world of clouds.
The white marshmellow landscape was incredible. Which really does make me angry. If it was "In" credible why did I just credit it?! If it's INcredible??! ARGH. AM gonna kill you, you religious F**k. Back to the land of cloud......
Cross-legged. Top button undone. Sat a silver backed wizard crab. My heart was sinking down my ureter. I was soooo into him/her/it/lord.
But when it stood up....and it's side to side crab walk....I ejaculated so sharply my rigormortis twisted coil, vaginal fluid coated jeans sprunk a leak. I screamed pleasurefully. The whirlwind thong throwing bass guitar playing ninja appeared. And started strumming to the angelic movements of crabby. It did the hawaiin love dance 9 times before mauling the flesh from my skin. My muscular, red, dead face illuminated the waves.
I got hard again and we F**ked.
THIS IS THE PROPHECY OF THE VIBRATING MERMAID SEA SL*T
*Sputnikly = i was russian (rushing) in a space.....meh. nuts to you i liked it.
P.S lack of commas and dashes are the lords fault
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It's the same thing, isn't it?
Although I'm rather enjoying this argument - seeing as it's just right and wrong (me being right) - and you get to see what he'd really like without his religion.
Although I'm rather enjoying this argument - seeing as it's just right and wrong (me being right) - and you get to see what he'd really like without his religion.
And does someone fancy starting a topic telling everyone?...
Can we change tomorow from religious fasting too "no speaking to FF day"?
Forest Fan wrote:
> Do you see now FFF, what adding a single commar does?
Changing the words around makes it a question.
Nothing to do with the comma.
You could put a comma (and that's how you spell it, by the by) anywhere in your statement and it wouldn't be a question.
Change the word order - there's your question.
> Do you see now FFF, what adding a single commar does?
Changing the words around makes it a question.
Nothing to do with the comma.
You could put a comma (and that's how you spell it, by the by) anywhere in your statement and it wouldn't be a question.
Change the word order - there's your question.
Forest Fan, you can hardly call yourself an expert on the English language.
Do you see now FFF, what adding a single comma does?
'How this could possibly be the truth" is not a question.
Changed to "How could this possibly be the truth?" is now a question.
Changed to "How could this possibly be the truth?" is now a question.
By adding a single commar, do you know see it is a question?
What it with you and queston marks?
That one didn't go there - what you wrote was not a question.
That one didn't go there - what you wrote was not a question.
They make sense to me.
But then, I'm a believer and you are not, so I'd expect you not to understand.
It is the truth.
It's written right there. It must be truth.
But then, I'm a believer and you are not, so I'd expect you not to understand.
It is the truth.
It's written right there. It must be truth.
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