Lazy obese twats!Euthanasia is a good thing in this circumstance
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Sat 3 Nov 2007, 9:34,
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Are you hiding under the stairsbecause of the embarrassment? lolz
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Sat 3 Nov 2007, 9:42,
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A man and a bear a stomping along. All of a sudden the bear notices a goose that is flying too low. the bear throws the man to the ground attempting in the same deft movement to punch the now diving goose right in the front of his spine, that is to say, his face. The bear misses, ruffly grazing the gooses abdomen sending him flying back toward the clouds and loosening a rain of green shit. The bear is stunned with disgust and the mad goose takes advantage of the weakness by turning for another dive.
The man pulls a gun from his waist line and fires at the goose to no avail. The goose dives, the bear swipes, and the man falls back to the grass with a goose in his chest cavity. As in broken through his ribs. As is in still alive a waggling around his goose head and long goose neck in the man’s chest innards.
The bear flips like girl. Overwhelmed with a wash of emotions but still composed enough to take swift, decisive action to save her man. The bear is a dude. But what can be done. He can’t remove that goose. What will happen to the man? So the bear stabs the goose, some how carefully, despite his frantic state. The goose expires. The man stops writhing but he’s in shock. The pain is too much. There is still a fucking goose lodged in his chest cavity.
Cut to the emergency room. Cut to the graveyard. The bear is crying. He must return to the forrest now. Some how we should blame human folly, but the bear can not, his love can’t see. He retreats into a cave in the heart of a national forrest. The Chinese drop napalm on the surrounding woods to eliminating the last of the American guerilla forces. The bear dies like the elephant man, foregoing the pre-hibernation sticks-and-leaves butt plug and simply sleeping, with dignity, like the image of real sleep. Like the image of his man curled up against him, entangled in his stinky fur. The bear would shit himself to death that winter. His life rolling out of him like a factory machine set to produce bear shit. But really, what machine could produce bear shit better than a bear’s anus? I ask you. I hope you reply that it’s no machine.
(The man pulls a gun from his waist line and fires at the goose to no avail. The goose dives, the bear swipes, and the man falls back to the grass with a goose in his chest cavity. As in broken through his ribs. As is in still alive a waggling around his goose head and long goose neck in the man’s chest innards.
The bear flips like girl. Overwhelmed with a wash of emotions but still composed enough to take swift, decisive action to save her man. The bear is a dude. But what can be done. He can’t remove that goose. What will happen to the man? So the bear stabs the goose, some how carefully, despite his frantic state. The goose expires. The man stops writhing but he’s in shock. The pain is too much. There is still a fucking goose lodged in his chest cavity.
Cut to the emergency room. Cut to the graveyard. The bear is crying. He must return to the forrest now. Some how we should blame human folly, but the bear can not, his love can’t see. He retreats into a cave in the heart of a national forrest. The Chinese drop napalm on the surrounding woods to eliminating the last of the American guerilla forces. The bear dies like the elephant man, foregoing the pre-hibernation sticks-and-leaves butt plug and simply sleeping, with dignity, like the image of real sleep. Like the image of his man curled up against him, entangled in his stinky fur. The bear would shit himself to death that winter. His life rolling out of him like a factory machine set to produce bear shit. But really, what machine could produce bear shit better than a bear’s anus? I ask you. I hope you reply that it’s no machine.
hanke murphy, I'm a mess,
Sat 3 Nov 2007, 9:37,
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you' ve been at the(6aR,9R)-N,N-diethyl-7-methyl-4,6,6a,7,8,9-hexahydroindolo-[4,3-fg]quinoline-9-carboxamide
haven't you?
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finnbar has officially retired,
Sat 3 Nov 2007, 9:59,
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jesus man!don't release the formula for diet coke on here, the coca cola company will sue you!
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discomeats This canoe,
Sat 3 Nov 2007, 12:05,
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