(barryheadwoundMul-ti-pass? Multipass!,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:27,
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I have no idea what that means
(HappyToastGroat froth,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:28,
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your website host will have DNS records set up for your site. this should include a CNAME entry for www which effectively tells a browser that www.happytoast.co.uk and happytoast.co.uk are the same thing. If thats missing, the link might not work :)
(Extinct Jesus Dossier"...I think it counteracts Hitler's magic...",
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:19,
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Fuck, I knew something looked wierd
couldn't work it out!
(Wasp Boxlike a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:21,
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I don't like it.
(atomicA-bomb-a-nation,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:42,
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draw the front end
of that blue fox that is burrowing into your little fella's lower intestines there
(Smash Monkeylowering the tone of the whole internet,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 15:51,
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I did wonder what that part of the picture was supposed to be
(Photoshop Bitch2014 edition,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:08,
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It's a dark day in Rome
The clouds lie heavy overhead and the atmosphere created by the impending storm is so thick as to be almost tangible. This does not deter Silvio as he stalks towards the Villa Doria Pamphili with his small pack of "tools" slung over one shoulder. He takes a last drag on his Nazionali Filtro and flicks the glowing butt towards the gutter, where it's quickly extinguished by the first drops of rain. The storm provides additional cover as Slivio heads into the park, breath quickening as he anticipates what lies ahead, his short, think cock begins to strain against his loose khaki trousers, the tear of pre-cum mixing with the fat drops of rain. His contact waits for him beneath the curving bridge, the contents of the sack by his feet making muffled grunts and moans as it writhes gently. The man kicks at it with the outside of his foot and gives an urgent Shhh! Silvio approaches the man and asks, "Is that it, you got it?" "Si," the man replies creating some confusion as to why he would be speaking Italian when Silvio addressed him in English. "I must see it before I pay," Silvio insists. "Very well." The man reaches down and loosens the drawstrings round the top of the sack and holds it open for Silvio to look inside. "What is this?" Silvio asks, agitatated. "This is not what I asked for." "No," the man replies as the orang-u-tang unfurls itself from the confines of the sack and languidly reaches out one long, muscular arm and with no apparent effort snaps Silvio's neck. The ape climbs out of the sack and begins to carefully tear the clothes away from Silvio's corpse whilst the other man reaches down and claims the fat envelope stuffed with Euros that Silvio had in his jacket pocket. The orang-u-tang casually turns Silvio's body onto its belly and with a grunt pushes its long, thin, pink cock into his anus. As lightning flashes overhead and thunder rumbles across the city, the man watches the ape and slowly rubs his own erection as he waits for his turn. Another flash of lightning reveals the greasy tear of pre-cum staining his loose khaki trousers.
(Wasp Boxlike a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 15:51,
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Hahaha bravo!
For some reason I thought it was Smallbrainfield who came up with these, but nicely done.
(barryheadwoundMul-ti-pass? Multipass!,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 15:52,
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Pffft!
He'a a newcomer, I've been doing this for 8 years!
(Wasp Boxlike a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 15:53,
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Aha! Someone else who has a think cock.
I do my best to ignore mine, but occasionally it's smarter than I am. ;@ )
(blyerkite k trilby,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:41,
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haha
I might write a whole story about a think cock now.
(Wasp Boxlike a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:52,
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*boke*
(HappyToastGroat froth,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 15:55,
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haha!
(benito vaselinino not that one,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 15:56,
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Ha ha ha!
Hooray! I hope you're posting this in the special place as well.
(HappyToastGroat froth,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:07,
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Draw your version of whatever got knocked off the page
(Wasp Boxlike a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:11,
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that'll be moggy's picture
(HappyToastGroat froth,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:13,
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haha, well, get on with it then!
edit/ although it actually was Ninj's
(Wasp Boxlike a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:13,
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I'm still contemplating your story
(HappyToastGroat froth,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:16,
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You'll need to think carefully about what you can include in a single picture
to convey as much of the story as possible
(Wasp Boxlike a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:20,
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I'm thinking the moment the neck snaps
just in case someone wants to buy it for their kids bedroom
(HappyToastGroat froth,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:21,
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Is (s)he still posting?
Is there any semblance of sanity to be found as yet?
(barryheadwoundMul-ti-pass? Multipass!,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:22,
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We just convinced her there is a British gameshow called "Watch Us Sniff Our Panties"
I take it you've got her on ignore then
(Photoshop Bitch2014 edition,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:30,
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Rula Lenska punching Dennis Waterman's lights out?
(barryheadwoundMul-ti-pass? Multipass!,
Tue 20 Mar 2012, 16:18,
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The potato rolls to the foot of the stairs.
Hermes watches it gradually stop rocking. From his position atop a faded velvet chaise longue, Hermes can see past the potato and the stairs to the great hall beyond, where his contemporaries are enthusiastically sodomising each other with vegetables. Hermes sighs and looks the other way, staring through the enormous picture windows at the grounds outside. It is an overcast day and a light rain has soaked the lawns beyond the ha-ha. His curiosity is piqued by the crude scene of two of the gardeners lewdly gesturing to a parlour maid. The maid, unperturbed, reaches into her shawl for a large carrot, which she snaps with a splitting sound which reaches even Hermes. The gardeners back away and resume their work whilst the maid stalks haughtily away.
Hermes is mightily aroused and immediately retires to his chambers to prepare a sonnet.