
So my T-shirt doesn't say something like "PURPLE WOMAN GRAPEFRUIT UTENSIL".
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:25,
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I think there were other T-shirts like that one up there, that said things like "I'M BIG IN JAPAN" in kanji, stuff like that.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:37,
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TOKYO HANDBAG UNDERPANT LEMONADE. Or something.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:51,
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I never really thought about what it said. My mate thought it was very funny, mind.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 14:00,
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Or maybe they got it spot on, you never can tell.
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And you're happy with that?
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 14:05,
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Unconvential e. Conjoined Y and L.
Midget by barstool. Surprised by left hook.
Blair witch. YL punched by big-nosed bully. Smug speccy twat.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:22,
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Midget by barstool. Surprised by left hook.
Blair witch. YL punched by big-nosed bully. Smug speccy twat.

that or a Fallout3 thing - Pip as the Vault dweller and Leonard as the dog from the scrapyard who's name I cant remember Dogmeat (cheers, BHW!)
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:06,
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With tits.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:14,
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They have broken into a care home late at night and have located an old biddy suffering terribly with Parkinson's disease. They quickly and lovingly undress each other, revealing ridiculous pubic quiffs, and gently suck each other hard knowing this will excite the old dear and set her shaking like horse and trap on a cobbled road.
First, they both lube up their hands and cocks with swarfega. Next, they quite simply manoeuvre themselves into position either side of the sweet old lady and and help her curl her fingers around their throbbing shafts. The ancient crone's neurological condition does the rest as she shakes and vibrates to the beat created by her dopaminergic troubles and soon the boys are ready to empty their sacks, which they both do with their trademark gleeful relish, their quiffs all of a quiver.
Now it's her turn, and very gently and with great care they help her out of her knickerbockers and sit her down in a reclining chair. Once they're sure she is comfortable, the really stupid one gets down and starts giving the old dear a couple of fingers whilst the incredibly stupid one holds his quiff aside and starts lapping at her surprisingly swollen clit. This could take a while but they are patient and maintain their discipline, fingers and toungues maintaining a rhythm they could never achieve in their "singing". Finally, the woman starts to writhe and moan and so they increase the pace until, suddenly, her back arches and her arthritic toes curl and she comes like a water cannon; old lady squirt spraying this way and that as she completely loses control of her body. The twins and indeed the whole room is dripping with 30 years of bottled up cumsplash with a stench akin to old bacon.

Your game's not the only thing that's been 'upped', after reading this
Eh? EH?
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:38,
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Eh? EH?

there's the really stupid one and the incredibly stupid one
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 14:00,
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Which would of course be tragic.
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Suddenly, a large black limousine rolls along the road and pulls up alongside the boy, who gazes nonplussed at his reflection in the smoked glass window.
The window rolls down revealing a group of rich city bankers, who lean out of the window, braying at the child and spraying champagne everywhere. Shocked, the child drops his delicious bacon sandwich into the oily silt by the kerb. The 5 second rule cannot apply here, the sandwich is ruined. A single tear runs from the boy's eye as the snorting whooping poshos collapse laughing onto luxurious leather upholstery, their task complete.
Before they can wind up the window, the boy's mother has appeared at the gate, carrying an early model Dyson 04 vacuum, in scratched but serviceable grey and yellow. She is very attractive, housework has left a sheen of sweat on her heaving, perfectly formed bosom. The bankers resume their braying, coupled with sexual retorts and a shower of crumpled, low denomination English bank-notes.
Incensed, the woman steps forward, raising the Dyson and driving it through the head of the nearest posho with explosive force. The others recoil in horror, but too late; the bloodied Dyson pounds in through the limousine window repeatedly and remorselessly until every banker is a broken, bloodied mess.
At this point, the chauffeur steps out of the car. It is the woman's husband. He gently sets down the Dyson and takes his wife and son into the house, where they all have bacon sandwiches, then the boy watches back to back episodes of Tracey Beaker on CBBC, whilst his parents have passionate sex on the bonnet of the limousine to the cheers of their neighbours.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:15,
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The window rolls down revealing a group of rich city bankers, who lean out of the window, braying at the child and spraying champagne everywhere. Shocked, the child drops his delicious bacon sandwich into the oily silt by the kerb. The 5 second rule cannot apply here, the sandwich is ruined. A single tear runs from the boy's eye as the snorting whooping poshos collapse laughing onto luxurious leather upholstery, their task complete.
Before they can wind up the window, the boy's mother has appeared at the gate, carrying an early model Dyson 04 vacuum, in scratched but serviceable grey and yellow. She is very attractive, housework has left a sheen of sweat on her heaving, perfectly formed bosom. The bankers resume their braying, coupled with sexual retorts and a shower of crumpled, low denomination English bank-notes.
Incensed, the woman steps forward, raising the Dyson and driving it through the head of the nearest posho with explosive force. The others recoil in horror, but too late; the bloodied Dyson pounds in through the limousine window repeatedly and remorselessly until every banker is a broken, bloodied mess.
At this point, the chauffeur steps out of the car. It is the woman's husband. He gently sets down the Dyson and takes his wife and son into the house, where they all have bacon sandwiches, then the boy watches back to back episodes of Tracey Beaker on CBBC, whilst his parents have passionate sex on the bonnet of the limousine to the cheers of their neighbours.

as it were.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 14:02,
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back when we first started doing this sort of thing.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 15:02,
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It works in context, trust me.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:49,
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so he rests his bollocks on a table and smacks them as hard as he can with a banjo, guitar, whatever he can find.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 14:26,
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Seeing as i was hanging out with a lady friend in a bunny outfit all of saturday :-D
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:19,
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It was actually a cosplay of Mikuru Asahina from that Haruhi anime, if you know it.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:31,
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It might just be my misinterpretation, but it appears as a young lady (or girl from the classic manga face/eye size ratio), with tits and a bunny girl tail and rabbit ears. So far so yiff, but WTF is with the rope burns?
There seems to be a deepening tone of sadomasochistic imagery in your recent pictures, which is fine if consensual, but disturbing to me when linked to presexual teens (and the addition of comedy tail and ears do not ameliorate this IMO)
Just my $0.02
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 14:09,
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There seems to be a deepening tone of sadomasochistic imagery in your recent pictures, which is fine if consensual, but disturbing to me when linked to presexual teens (and the addition of comedy tail and ears do not ameliorate this IMO)
Just my $0.02

I think it's meant to be a doll. What I don't understand is "Good Bye old brains!"
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 14:29,
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the old brain is bad taste for her.
she always want to fresh brains. :D
It seems "Nightmare before chistmas"'s Sally.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 15:23,
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she always want to fresh brains. :D
It seems "Nightmare before chistmas"'s Sally.

Phwoar, etc.
Some photographs would help us picture the scene.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:24,
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Some photographs would help us picture the scene.

arguing with his neighbour about the size of his conifer tree. The neighbour agrees to lop the conifer if Parsons pays half.
With tits
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:30,
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With tits

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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:34,
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EDIT: Again, if this isn't picked, I'll try and do it myself. Draw it, that is, not actually maim myself with a string instrument.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:36,
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The sorrowful feeling you get when you go to reach for a glass/mug/etc. to take a sip of your drink, only to find you've already drank it all.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 13:56,
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A sexy girl in a bath.
A sexy girl with big boobs in a bath.
A sexy girl with big boobs in a bath with a banjo.
A sexy girl with big boobs in a bath with a banjo on a cliff.
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Tue 28 Feb 2012, 14:00,
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A sexy girl with big boobs in a bath.
A sexy girl with big boobs in a bath with a banjo.
A sexy girl with big boobs in a bath with a banjo on a cliff.