
I was rather partial to RPS when pics like this are posted
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much praise for your structure. nazis be damned - a lot of effort has gone into your image. much more than some of the lazy photoshops we often see here usually from me...;)
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Bably Drawn Baldy gives his girl multiple sarcasms -

And Good Morning.
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And Good Morning.

and you will also learn about how they used to build bridges before they had steel girders and concrete.
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you'd want to try if you're impatient and hungover :)
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Go go go! I just spent £30 squid.
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You work for Norman Records AICMFP
and ^ THIS to your sig
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and ^ THIS to your sig

There's loads of stuff with like 50% off, and as I'm a music nut I couldn't resist :(
Soon we'll have to send out a search parteh :(
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Soon we'll have to send out a search parteh :(

NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-NN-TS-
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YOUR MAH BESTT FUCKNG MAHTE U AR/.
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the lad invited me to a party at his apartment that he wasn't currently at
good man
i set his music to play the pokemon theme after i left, just to spite him
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good man
i set his music to play the pokemon theme after i left, just to spite him

tes JD taerg a ekam syug uoY
You guys make a great DJ set
You guys make a great DJ set
You guys make a great DJ set
WOOOP!-WOOOP!
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You guys make a great DJ set
You guys make a great DJ set
You guys make a great DJ set
WOOOP!-WOOOP!

I just can't remember who...
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for expanded view, please click here.
oh, and have this.

Also, what's the point of some bloke posting about a dildo, made by a mouse, without attaching a picture?
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maybe he'll swap for hamwig.
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i just like black in general. to hell with colour.
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then put it in the freezer for an hour or so
then promptly stick it back up your arse, to counteract the freeze
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then promptly stick it back up your arse, to counteract the freeze

NOT TO MENTION TOO SMALL FOR TODAY'S URBANITE.
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Draw more and I'll add you on to the draw list.
Which is the diff between the cards and the poster.
I'D HAVE TO BUY A DOZEN FOR THIS OLD HOLE. [/;-D
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Which is the diff between the cards and the poster.
I'D HAVE TO BUY A DOZEN FOR THIS OLD HOLE. [/;-D

Which likely you will be. As I have several good
examples, by you, for it already on file.
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examples, by you, for it already on file.

my dog puts on the most miserable face in the world when he's got socks/any other kind of clothing on. I have a good one of him with a skiing mask on though.
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I am no good at photoshop wizardry, so someone else would have to do it.
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*shoots self*
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kick "morrybyte"
user "morrybyte" was dropped from the server (dropped by console)
:D
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user "morrybyte" was dropped from the server (dropped by console)
:D

He grew up with two old ones and the one cat that's left still bullies him mercilessly. Doesn't stop him from licking his arse though. I have a feeling our cat is now so old that he can't clean his arse and just lets the dog do it for him.
Oh, and he'd be too scared of the gun's bang.
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Oh, and he'd be too scared of the gun's bang.

this dog uses soap made from coconuts and not harsh detergents because he likes his clothes to look good for longer and to lessen his environmental impact.
good dog.
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good dog.


NOW COMING TO SPACE CHANNEL: ATTACK OF THE KILLER CLOUD.
IT IS A SCARY PROGRAMME.
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IT IS A SCARY PROGRAMME.

All i know is that the meaning of life is 42.
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im going to bed. although it is very nicely done. in a scary way
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This keeps me sane for yet another half hour. Plunge is good.
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what's nastier than having to take a crap in the middle of the night and feeling some awful little fleshy hand scrabbling at your backside?
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Cheshire cheese and facon. Would you like some? *offers sammich half* Also, ginger ale. But not inside teh sammich.
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Email it to me! :D
No..no! Not like that! You're getting it all in the cd drive!
Argh, don't bother! :P
XD
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No..no! Not like that! You're getting it all in the cd drive!
Argh, don't bother! :P
XD

Photos™. Making things exist on the internet since, Sun 10 Feb, 3:56
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www.b3ta.com/board/8045975
How about "An Emo Left of the Suicide"?
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How about "An Emo Left of the Suicide"?

:)
I'm REALLY going now, I'm shattered.
'Night dear!
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I'm REALLY going now, I'm shattered.
'Night dear!

That marks you out as a Scot if you did.
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Such as when Jolly Jack asks "What should I draw the day?", to which someone always replies "Squirrels with tits" or some variation of that theme.
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they do?
I like Scottish accents. Not as much as British though, or Irish. :p
/random
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I like Scottish accents. Not as much as British though, or Irish. :p
/random

So I don't speak in one :)
I speak English, not "Oo arr"
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I speak English, not "Oo arr"

is gibberish, though, unless you're from Namibia.
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Instead of today we say "the day".
For example:
Non-Scot: I saw a fantastic hair stylist today and she did a marvellous job of it. I think it looks lovely. Do you?
Scot: Ah had ma hair done the day aff that lassie oot eh, whit is it, Boaby and Guys or somethin'. It's fuckin' magic, eh? Touch it. Ah-hahaha, ye did, ya fuckin' lezzie! Fish supper?
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For example:
Non-Scot: I saw a fantastic hair stylist today and she did a marvellous job of it. I think it looks lovely. Do you?
Scot: Ah had ma hair done the day aff that lassie oot eh, whit is it, Boaby and Guys or somethin'. It's fuckin' magic, eh? Touch it. Ah-hahaha, ye did, ya fuckin' lezzie! Fish supper?

What a jizzhorse she is.
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thinks
OK, you win. They're both rubbish twats though.
Snorting charlie off a jail-sullied non-entity's trousers is morally the same as stealing kids from Africa and making them live with Brad Pitt.
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OK, you win. They're both rubbish twats though.
Snorting charlie off a jail-sullied non-entity's trousers is morally the same as stealing kids from Africa and making them live with Brad Pitt.

still needs to lose that awful face though.
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That's what I call the turned in feets. Shy feets.
Like...Like these.
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Like...Like these.

I need to stay on /board. /talk is shit.
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The dark side cookies are a lie. Like the cake. BUT LYIER!
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Stay here.
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suuure. You wrote that yourself, didn't you. For your sick pleasure. *glares*
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Self disposing is a big selling point in that market. [/;-P
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*marks down order* *fucks up order* *you end up with 20 tickle me elmos* ooops.
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apart from the Elmo codpiece and Cookie Monster headset, of course.
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Lot more new folks that should go on a revised-II chart.
And a few I missed, :edit: and felix/friz dup fixed.

YOU GOT A CENTER SPOT ON A CARD AND THAT'S ALL YOU'LL GET!
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That's ace! (And I'm very flattered to be on there. Ta!)
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STOLE MY FACE !ONEONEELEVENTY!!1
Edit: was I always down the bottom there?
Was there some ninjaness?
Or am I a spacker that just does not pay enough attention?
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Edit: was I always down the bottom there?
Was there some ninjaness?
Or am I a spacker that just does not pay enough attention?

(something I used to do, but keep forgeting to do)
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Not sure why I missed adding you. Few others
that dropped thru the cracks in the speed to
do things too. I will not miss again.
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that dropped thru the cracks in the speed to
do things too. I will not miss again.

this afternoon with my kids and there were a huge gaggle of emo's it was like a black cloud of teens had suddenly descended :D i'm sure when i was a teen it was a whole lot less work.
btw - thats ace! :D
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btw - thats ace! :D

that's so funny. I think it might be a murder of emos. Like crows or something. ^.^
Thank you. :D
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Thank you. :D

The Camden fire started near the Hawley Arms... coincidence? hmmm... you decide...

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or the nigger gags or the talent.
"They said I was a monger and I said "mnng, mnng, mnng"
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"They said I was a monger and I said "mnng, mnng, mnng"



mocks Ron's cock so viciously in Potter 7.
I quote:
'"That?" laughed Hermione. "I'd need to construct a Lego turret on the end of it so I could feel it going in."
"Bloody hell, Hermione." Ron snorted. "You must have a fanny like a road tunnel."
"Twenty blocks wide." she continued, disdainfully. "The only chance of that pitiful object hitting the spot is if you stuck a wand, your postal owl and a big fucking shoe on the end of it."
"Bloody hell." Ron spluttered, uncharacteristically, as he never says it in the books. "Listen Hermione. Either you suck the living fuck out of it or it goes into one of those magic paintings. I'm not a fan of saliva, if you know what I mean?"
Disgusted and at the same time satisfied with her delicate subterfuge Hermione wrapped her lips arou....
What the FUCK am I typing?
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I quote:
'"That?" laughed Hermione. "I'd need to construct a Lego turret on the end of it so I could feel it going in."
"Bloody hell, Hermione." Ron snorted. "You must have a fanny like a road tunnel."
"Twenty blocks wide." she continued, disdainfully. "The only chance of that pitiful object hitting the spot is if you stuck a wand, your postal owl and a big fucking shoe on the end of it."
"Bloody hell." Ron spluttered, uncharacteristically, as he never says it in the books. "Listen Hermione. Either you suck the living fuck out of it or it goes into one of those magic paintings. I'm not a fan of saliva, if you know what I mean?"
Disgusted and at the same time satisfied with her delicate subterfuge Hermione wrapped her lips arou....
What the FUCK am I typing?

JK Rowling is a rude girl, just look:
www.bash.org/?111338
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www.bash.org/?111338

Harry had been looking forward to his first lesson with Dumbledore ever since he received the note telling him the date and time of their meeting. Finally, at eight’o’clock on Saturday he presented himself outside Dumbledore’s office and knocked.
"Come in," said Dumbledore’s voice.
"Good evening, sir," said Harry, walking into the headmaster's office. Dumbledore was standing at the window looking out at the grounds. He smiled broadly at the sight of Harry.
“Ah, Harry!” he said. “Come in, come in, my dear boy. Have a seat.”
And he pointed, not to a chair, but to a cozy sofa that was clearly a recent addition and looked rather out of place in the office.
“I thought it would better suit our…purposes,” said Dumbledore with a chuckle, seeing Harry’s quizzical expression. “You’ll see why soon enough, I think...Now, then,” he went on when Harry was seated, “what would you like to drink, Harry?”
“Drink, sir?” Harry said incredulously. “But – I thought we were going to – er -”
“Yes?” prompted Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
“Well, I dunno - practice some spells or something like that,” mumbled Harry.
“The kind of magic we are going to practice tonight doesn’t require spells or incantations, Harry,” said Dumbledore. “Not on your part, at least. And a drink will not interfere with it at all, I assure you – far from it. So, what would you like?”
“Well, um – how about that oak-matured mead?” said Harry.
“Oh, come on, Harry,” said Dumbledore with a laugh, “That mead is for small children. You’re almost a man now – surely you’d like to try something stronger?”
“Er -”
“I suggest you try this,” said Dumbledore, taking a bottle out of a cabinet. “Chateau Charnel, made in 1875 – an excellent year. Here…” he poured two glasses of wine and went to sit with Harry on the sofa, handing him his glass and throwing an arm around his shoulders.
“Cheers,” said the Headmaster. They touched glasses and drank.
All of Harry’s uneasiness and confusion seemed to vanish in an instant. A wonderful lightness filled his body, and he felt cheerful for no particualr reason.
“Say, this stuff is really good, sir!” he said.
“It is, isn’t it?” said Dumbledore with a wink. “That’s why I keep it for special occasions…like tonight.”
Harry looked at him.
"So, Harry," said Dumbledore, in a businesslike voice but with a roguish glint in his eye. "You have been wondering, I am sure, what I have planned for you during these – for want of a better word – lessons?"
“Yeah, I have,” said Harry. Remembering why he was here sobered him a bit, but he still couldn’t help smiling.
“Of course you have,” smiled Dumbledore. “Well, you remember, I am sure, the words of the prophecy about you and Lord Voldemort? The part about the power the Dark Lord knows not?”
Harry nodded.
“What do you think that power might be?” asked Dumbledore, peering at Harry over the rim of his glass.
“Well,” Harry said slowly, “I suppose it is…love, sir.”
“You are almost right, Harry,” giggled Dumbledore, squeezing Harry’s arm. “Almost, but not quite. Being able to love is an essential prerequisite, yes, but it’s not love as such that will destroy Lord Voldemort.”
“Then what will, sir?”
“Ooooh, Harry,” said Dumbledore, setting aside his glass and putting his hand on Harry’s knee. “You have a gift so rare that Parseltongue is quite common compared to it. I’ve never dreamed I’d actually meet such a person. My boy,” Dumbledore’s voice dropped to a whisper, “you have the power of…the Mojo.”
“The Mojo?” Harry repeated blankly as the portraits gasped.
“You really ought to read more, my dear boy,” chuckled Dumbledore, stroking Harry’s shoulder with his thumb. “The Mojo is another name for sexual energy.”
“Sexual energy? But – doesn’t everyone have -”
“Oh, no, not everyone, and nowhere near as much as you do. You see, sexual energy can be used to reinforce magic; however, most people have too little of it to produce a more or less significant effect, even if they are working in a group. But you are different; within your body resides a dormant power that, if used properly, could destroy half the world, or bring the dead back to life.”
“How do you know?” asked Harry, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Sex magic is my speciality, Harry,” chuckled Dumbledore. “It is what Voldemort refers to as ‘my kind of magic’. By his scorn he is trying to conceal the fact that he is simply incapable of performing it; he is impotent, you see. Anyway, I have known for some years now that you posess this kind of power. And now the time has come for your initiation.”
Harry’s face was now frantic with anticipation.
“Initiation, sir?”
“Oh, yes…a sort of ritual to wake that power inside you. It will take a lot of training to master it, of course, but -”
“What exactly does the ritual include?” interrupted Harry.
“Guess,” said Dumbledore with a grin.
Harry’s jaw dropped. “You mean -”
“Exactly, my boy!” cried Dumbledore, slapping Harry’s thigh. “Glad you’re cottoning on so quickly.”
“But, but,” spluttered Harry, “aren’t we going to need a…a girl?”
“Oh, no,” said Dumbledore. “Not tonight. You see – nobody knows exactly why, but the ritual of initiation revolves around a sexual act between two men.”
“You mean I’m going to have sex with…you?” said Harry, aghast.
“That’s EXACTLY what I mean, sweetheart,” cried Dumbledore, giving Harry a hug. “What’s the matter?” he asked, seeing the look of horror in Harry’s eyes. “Don’t tell me you are against gay sex, because I know you’re not; I can read minds, you know.”
“Well – it’s not that – it’s just that I -”
Dumbledore roared with laughter at the sight of Harry’s shock and confusion.
“Oh, my dear boy, you didn’t think I was going to force you to make love to an unattractive old man such as myself, did you?”
“Well…actually…that’s exactly what I thought,” mumbled Harry.
“I know,” chortled Dumbledore. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help scaring you a bit – that look on your face was just wonderful. But worry not, my boy…” Dumbledore took a small bottle from under his cloak and shook it in front of Harry’s nose.
“What’s that, sir?”
“I want it to be a surprise,”said Dumbledore with a wink. “Close your eyes, Harry.”
Harry complied, not without some apprehension. He heard Dumbledore uncork the bottle and take a draught, then some weird sound, and then –
“You may open your eyes now, Harry,” said a voice.
Harry did so and leapt to his feet at once. Where Dumbledore had sat a few moments ago, a young man of about eighteen was now sitting. He was tall, lean, had a handsome face and auburn hair. His features looked vaguely familiar…
“Sir?” breathed Harry.
“If you call me ‘sir’ one more time, I’ll hex you, Potter,” said the young man, “but yep, it’s me.”
Harry stared.
“Youth potion, Harry,” chuckled the young Dumbledore, tossing the bottle in the air and catching it. “Kindly prepared by Professor Snape. Devilishly tricky to make, and can only be taken very sparingly, but the effect is truly spectacular, as I think you’ll agree.”
Dumbledore rose and looked himself over.
“I do look ridiculous in these now, don’t I?” he said, referring to his magnificent purple robes. He took his wand, touched the robes with its tip, and they vanished at once, revealing a smooth, muscular and completely naked body.
“Wow!” said Harry, in spite of himself.
“Not bad, huh?” said Dumbledore. “Yes, I used to be quite something in my day. A great many young people of both sexes have been seduced by this body…but none of them as special as you, of course.”
Dumbledore waved his wand, and Harry’s clothes vanished, too, his wand dropping to the floor with a clatter; at the same time, pleasant music began to play. Dumbledore flopped back onto the sofa and spread his arms.
“Well, are you going to just stand there, or would you rather come here and fuck like crazy?” he inquired.
Harry seemed uncomfortable.
“But si- I mean, Albus – the portraits!”
“Oh, those portraits have seen so much that nothing will surprise them anymore,” said Dumbledore with a laugh. “Come on, Harry, let’s have some fun.”
Harry approached the sofa and slid into Dumbledore’s embrace. The feel of a strong, young body against his own was so new and so delicious that Harry moaned. The next thing he knew, he and Dumbledore were kissing, devouring each other’s mouths. Then Dumbledore was on top of Harry, covering his body with kisses, Harry’s hands slithering up and down his back.
“Ooooh!” was all Harry had to say when Dumbledore’s amazingly long tongue coiled around his cock.
“Ready for the ritual?” asked Dumbledore after a while from between Harry’s legs.
“Hell, yes!” gasped Harry.
Dumbledore turned him over, then jerked him up so that he was standing on all fours. Harry inhaled sharply when he felt Dumbledore’s fingertip circle his anus. Dumbledore was saying something in a language unknown to Harry – probably an incantation – and his finger was delving deeper and deeper into the boy (the Headmaster had providently covered it with some sort of lubricant). The finger was soon joined by another. Harry was gripping the sofa so tightly that his knickles turned white; his face was screwed and running with sweat; he was hlaf-moaning, half-growling. When he thought he couldn’t take it any longer, Dumbledore finished saying the incantation and removed his fingers.
“DO IT!” roared Harry.
“With great pleasure, Harry,” said Dumbledore, and entered him.
Harry thought he was in heaven and hell at the same time – it was that good and that painful. Dumbledore was going faster and faster, and soon both pain and pleasure were dwarfed by a sense of power surging through Harry like an electric current. Dumbledore’s silvery instruments and other things began to shake and then started flying around the room (the inhabitants of the portraits fled from their frames for fear of getting hit). Soon the whole room was shaking, as if from an earthquake. Harry and Dumbledore were moaning, growling, howling, clawing, biting, thrashing and thrusting; actually, they looked a bit frightening. When Harry came, the windows of Dumbledore’s office exploded; the Headmaster’s desk rose into the air and was flung against the wall; Fawkes gave a hoarse caw, fell off of his perch and burst into flame; and many miles from Hogwarts, Lord Voldemort gasped and clutched at his heart.
Harry and Dumbledore rolled to the floor and lay there, panting and frothing like horses after a race.
“Well,” Dumbledore said finally, after about five minutes of silence. “That certainly was unlike anything I had ever experienced in terms of sex, and just between you and me, that’s saying something.”
“I see I’ve wrecked your office again,” said Harry, looking around.
“Yeah…should’ve locked all those thingies away…well, that’s nothing compared to what we’ve accomplished tonight!”
“Yeah, you know, if Voldemort had been standing there, I think I could’ve obliterated him with one glance!” Harry said enthusiastically.
Dumbledore laughed and ruffled Harry’s hair.
“It’s not that easy, Harry…you still have a lot of training ahead of you. I think we’ll be using the Room of Requirement from now on, though – one more lesson like this, and my office will lie in ruins.”
They both laughed.
“Well, Harry,” said Dumbledore, sitting up, “that’s it for today. I hope you enjoyed the lesson.”
“Oh, that’s an understatement, sir,” grinned Harry. Dumbledore poked him in the head.
“I told you not to call me ‘sir’ while I’m like this. Anyway…” Dumbledore waved his wand, and Harry’s clothes reappeared on his body, cleansed from sweat and other fluids. The Headmaster handed him his wand and gave him a kiss.
“Well, see you next week, Harry,” he said. “I’ll inform you of the exact date by note, as before. Incidentally, is there any girl you fancy?”
“Well, I dunno…I used to like Cho Chang…”
“Cho Chang it is, then,” said Dumbledore, clapping his hands. “I expect you’ll be seeing her next week, too.”
“You mean...” Harry’s eyes widened. “But…do you really think she’ll agree?”
“It is not a matter of agreement, Harry,” said Dumbledore with a wink. “When the fate of the wizarding world is at stake, personal considerations should be set aside.”
“You know, I think I’m starting to like being the Boy Who Lived,” said Harry, and they laughed again. Then Harry turned to leave, but seemed to remember something.
“Wait…what shall I tell Ron and Hermione?”
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.
“Surely an intelligent person such as yourself can think of something? All right, all right,” he laughed, seeing the look of indignation on Harry’s face, “I’ll save you the trouble. Here…” he twirled his wand, snatched a piece of parchment out of thin air and gave it to Harry. “I’ve sketched a cover-up story. Some of it’s based on facts, but most of it I had to make up. I never knew writing was such hard work.”
Harry was met in the common room by Ron and Hermione who had stayed up to hear everything about his first lesson.
“Well?” they demanded eagerly.
“It was fascinating,” said Harry. “Dumbledore took me into the Pensieve…”
THE END
From here: www.restrictedsection.org/file.php?file=4994
(It's Caewan's favourite story)
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"Come in," said Dumbledore’s voice.
"Good evening, sir," said Harry, walking into the headmaster's office. Dumbledore was standing at the window looking out at the grounds. He smiled broadly at the sight of Harry.
“Ah, Harry!” he said. “Come in, come in, my dear boy. Have a seat.”
And he pointed, not to a chair, but to a cozy sofa that was clearly a recent addition and looked rather out of place in the office.
“I thought it would better suit our…purposes,” said Dumbledore with a chuckle, seeing Harry’s quizzical expression. “You’ll see why soon enough, I think...Now, then,” he went on when Harry was seated, “what would you like to drink, Harry?”
“Drink, sir?” Harry said incredulously. “But – I thought we were going to – er -”
“Yes?” prompted Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
“Well, I dunno - practice some spells or something like that,” mumbled Harry.
“The kind of magic we are going to practice tonight doesn’t require spells or incantations, Harry,” said Dumbledore. “Not on your part, at least. And a drink will not interfere with it at all, I assure you – far from it. So, what would you like?”
“Well, um – how about that oak-matured mead?” said Harry.
“Oh, come on, Harry,” said Dumbledore with a laugh, “That mead is for small children. You’re almost a man now – surely you’d like to try something stronger?”
“Er -”
“I suggest you try this,” said Dumbledore, taking a bottle out of a cabinet. “Chateau Charnel, made in 1875 – an excellent year. Here…” he poured two glasses of wine and went to sit with Harry on the sofa, handing him his glass and throwing an arm around his shoulders.
“Cheers,” said the Headmaster. They touched glasses and drank.
All of Harry’s uneasiness and confusion seemed to vanish in an instant. A wonderful lightness filled his body, and he felt cheerful for no particualr reason.
“Say, this stuff is really good, sir!” he said.
“It is, isn’t it?” said Dumbledore with a wink. “That’s why I keep it for special occasions…like tonight.”
Harry looked at him.
"So, Harry," said Dumbledore, in a businesslike voice but with a roguish glint in his eye. "You have been wondering, I am sure, what I have planned for you during these – for want of a better word – lessons?"
“Yeah, I have,” said Harry. Remembering why he was here sobered him a bit, but he still couldn’t help smiling.
“Of course you have,” smiled Dumbledore. “Well, you remember, I am sure, the words of the prophecy about you and Lord Voldemort? The part about the power the Dark Lord knows not?”
Harry nodded.
“What do you think that power might be?” asked Dumbledore, peering at Harry over the rim of his glass.
“Well,” Harry said slowly, “I suppose it is…love, sir.”
“You are almost right, Harry,” giggled Dumbledore, squeezing Harry’s arm. “Almost, but not quite. Being able to love is an essential prerequisite, yes, but it’s not love as such that will destroy Lord Voldemort.”
“Then what will, sir?”
“Ooooh, Harry,” said Dumbledore, setting aside his glass and putting his hand on Harry’s knee. “You have a gift so rare that Parseltongue is quite common compared to it. I’ve never dreamed I’d actually meet such a person. My boy,” Dumbledore’s voice dropped to a whisper, “you have the power of…the Mojo.”
“The Mojo?” Harry repeated blankly as the portraits gasped.
“You really ought to read more, my dear boy,” chuckled Dumbledore, stroking Harry’s shoulder with his thumb. “The Mojo is another name for sexual energy.”
“Sexual energy? But – doesn’t everyone have -”
“Oh, no, not everyone, and nowhere near as much as you do. You see, sexual energy can be used to reinforce magic; however, most people have too little of it to produce a more or less significant effect, even if they are working in a group. But you are different; within your body resides a dormant power that, if used properly, could destroy half the world, or bring the dead back to life.”
“How do you know?” asked Harry, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Sex magic is my speciality, Harry,” chuckled Dumbledore. “It is what Voldemort refers to as ‘my kind of magic’. By his scorn he is trying to conceal the fact that he is simply incapable of performing it; he is impotent, you see. Anyway, I have known for some years now that you posess this kind of power. And now the time has come for your initiation.”
Harry’s face was now frantic with anticipation.
“Initiation, sir?”
“Oh, yes…a sort of ritual to wake that power inside you. It will take a lot of training to master it, of course, but -”
“What exactly does the ritual include?” interrupted Harry.
“Guess,” said Dumbledore with a grin.
Harry’s jaw dropped. “You mean -”
“Exactly, my boy!” cried Dumbledore, slapping Harry’s thigh. “Glad you’re cottoning on so quickly.”
“But, but,” spluttered Harry, “aren’t we going to need a…a girl?”
“Oh, no,” said Dumbledore. “Not tonight. You see – nobody knows exactly why, but the ritual of initiation revolves around a sexual act between two men.”
“You mean I’m going to have sex with…you?” said Harry, aghast.
“That’s EXACTLY what I mean, sweetheart,” cried Dumbledore, giving Harry a hug. “What’s the matter?” he asked, seeing the look of horror in Harry’s eyes. “Don’t tell me you are against gay sex, because I know you’re not; I can read minds, you know.”
“Well – it’s not that – it’s just that I -”
Dumbledore roared with laughter at the sight of Harry’s shock and confusion.
“Oh, my dear boy, you didn’t think I was going to force you to make love to an unattractive old man such as myself, did you?”
“Well…actually…that’s exactly what I thought,” mumbled Harry.
“I know,” chortled Dumbledore. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help scaring you a bit – that look on your face was just wonderful. But worry not, my boy…” Dumbledore took a small bottle from under his cloak and shook it in front of Harry’s nose.
“What’s that, sir?”
“I want it to be a surprise,”said Dumbledore with a wink. “Close your eyes, Harry.”
Harry complied, not without some apprehension. He heard Dumbledore uncork the bottle and take a draught, then some weird sound, and then –
“You may open your eyes now, Harry,” said a voice.
Harry did so and leapt to his feet at once. Where Dumbledore had sat a few moments ago, a young man of about eighteen was now sitting. He was tall, lean, had a handsome face and auburn hair. His features looked vaguely familiar…
“Sir?” breathed Harry.
“If you call me ‘sir’ one more time, I’ll hex you, Potter,” said the young man, “but yep, it’s me.”
Harry stared.
“Youth potion, Harry,” chuckled the young Dumbledore, tossing the bottle in the air and catching it. “Kindly prepared by Professor Snape. Devilishly tricky to make, and can only be taken very sparingly, but the effect is truly spectacular, as I think you’ll agree.”
Dumbledore rose and looked himself over.
“I do look ridiculous in these now, don’t I?” he said, referring to his magnificent purple robes. He took his wand, touched the robes with its tip, and they vanished at once, revealing a smooth, muscular and completely naked body.
“Wow!” said Harry, in spite of himself.
“Not bad, huh?” said Dumbledore. “Yes, I used to be quite something in my day. A great many young people of both sexes have been seduced by this body…but none of them as special as you, of course.”
Dumbledore waved his wand, and Harry’s clothes vanished, too, his wand dropping to the floor with a clatter; at the same time, pleasant music began to play. Dumbledore flopped back onto the sofa and spread his arms.
“Well, are you going to just stand there, or would you rather come here and fuck like crazy?” he inquired.
Harry seemed uncomfortable.
“But si- I mean, Albus – the portraits!”
“Oh, those portraits have seen so much that nothing will surprise them anymore,” said Dumbledore with a laugh. “Come on, Harry, let’s have some fun.”
Harry approached the sofa and slid into Dumbledore’s embrace. The feel of a strong, young body against his own was so new and so delicious that Harry moaned. The next thing he knew, he and Dumbledore were kissing, devouring each other’s mouths. Then Dumbledore was on top of Harry, covering his body with kisses, Harry’s hands slithering up and down his back.
“Ooooh!” was all Harry had to say when Dumbledore’s amazingly long tongue coiled around his cock.
“Ready for the ritual?” asked Dumbledore after a while from between Harry’s legs.
“Hell, yes!” gasped Harry.
Dumbledore turned him over, then jerked him up so that he was standing on all fours. Harry inhaled sharply when he felt Dumbledore’s fingertip circle his anus. Dumbledore was saying something in a language unknown to Harry – probably an incantation – and his finger was delving deeper and deeper into the boy (the Headmaster had providently covered it with some sort of lubricant). The finger was soon joined by another. Harry was gripping the sofa so tightly that his knickles turned white; his face was screwed and running with sweat; he was hlaf-moaning, half-growling. When he thought he couldn’t take it any longer, Dumbledore finished saying the incantation and removed his fingers.
“DO IT!” roared Harry.
“With great pleasure, Harry,” said Dumbledore, and entered him.
Harry thought he was in heaven and hell at the same time – it was that good and that painful. Dumbledore was going faster and faster, and soon both pain and pleasure were dwarfed by a sense of power surging through Harry like an electric current. Dumbledore’s silvery instruments and other things began to shake and then started flying around the room (the inhabitants of the portraits fled from their frames for fear of getting hit). Soon the whole room was shaking, as if from an earthquake. Harry and Dumbledore were moaning, growling, howling, clawing, biting, thrashing and thrusting; actually, they looked a bit frightening. When Harry came, the windows of Dumbledore’s office exploded; the Headmaster’s desk rose into the air and was flung against the wall; Fawkes gave a hoarse caw, fell off of his perch and burst into flame; and many miles from Hogwarts, Lord Voldemort gasped and clutched at his heart.
Harry and Dumbledore rolled to the floor and lay there, panting and frothing like horses after a race.
“Well,” Dumbledore said finally, after about five minutes of silence. “That certainly was unlike anything I had ever experienced in terms of sex, and just between you and me, that’s saying something.”
“I see I’ve wrecked your office again,” said Harry, looking around.
“Yeah…should’ve locked all those thingies away…well, that’s nothing compared to what we’ve accomplished tonight!”
“Yeah, you know, if Voldemort had been standing there, I think I could’ve obliterated him with one glance!” Harry said enthusiastically.
Dumbledore laughed and ruffled Harry’s hair.
“It’s not that easy, Harry…you still have a lot of training ahead of you. I think we’ll be using the Room of Requirement from now on, though – one more lesson like this, and my office will lie in ruins.”
They both laughed.
“Well, Harry,” said Dumbledore, sitting up, “that’s it for today. I hope you enjoyed the lesson.”
“Oh, that’s an understatement, sir,” grinned Harry. Dumbledore poked him in the head.
“I told you not to call me ‘sir’ while I’m like this. Anyway…” Dumbledore waved his wand, and Harry’s clothes reappeared on his body, cleansed from sweat and other fluids. The Headmaster handed him his wand and gave him a kiss.
“Well, see you next week, Harry,” he said. “I’ll inform you of the exact date by note, as before. Incidentally, is there any girl you fancy?”
“Well, I dunno…I used to like Cho Chang…”
“Cho Chang it is, then,” said Dumbledore, clapping his hands. “I expect you’ll be seeing her next week, too.”
“You mean...” Harry’s eyes widened. “But…do you really think she’ll agree?”
“It is not a matter of agreement, Harry,” said Dumbledore with a wink. “When the fate of the wizarding world is at stake, personal considerations should be set aside.”
“You know, I think I’m starting to like being the Boy Who Lived,” said Harry, and they laughed again. Then Harry turned to leave, but seemed to remember something.
“Wait…what shall I tell Ron and Hermione?”
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.
“Surely an intelligent person such as yourself can think of something? All right, all right,” he laughed, seeing the look of indignation on Harry’s face, “I’ll save you the trouble. Here…” he twirled his wand, snatched a piece of parchment out of thin air and gave it to Harry. “I’ve sketched a cover-up story. Some of it’s based on facts, but most of it I had to make up. I never knew writing was such hard work.”
Harry was met in the common room by Ron and Hermione who had stayed up to hear everything about his first lesson.
“Well?” they demanded eagerly.
“It was fascinating,” said Harry. “Dumbledore took me into the Pensieve…”
THE END
From here: www.restrictedsection.org/file.php?file=4994
(It's Caewan's favourite story)

I was basing my gibberish on Cassette Boy's "Harry Potter and the Underage Blowjob."
I must admit I didn't get past line nine but I was pretty sure I was headed into slash territory.
Did he get it all over his... see what you've done!
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I must admit I didn't get past line nine but I was pretty sure I was headed into slash territory.
Did he get it all over his... see what you've done!

I'm never going to be able to watch a harry Potter movie again. Thanks. Xp
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Once I realized what was happening...
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Dumbledore bums Harry telling him it's a "special kind of magic"
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either describe the act in explicit detail or shut the fuck up.
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Tar matey! Off to get horizontal so I'll check tomorrow.
Nytol
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Nytol

As I said down there, a second ago, I am going now!
'Night!!
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'Night!!

Fine. Be that way. ;D
Night night, dear. Sweet dreams.
EDIT: Shit. I should change that filename. Xp
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Night night, dear. Sweet dreams.
EDIT: Shit. I should change that filename. Xp

I haven't talked to her in AAAAGGESSS!
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^.^
mofaha and I were just discussing Thallium. It actually gives you a slow death. :]
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mofaha and I were just discussing Thallium. It actually gives you a slow death. :]

I mean..err...I was just "interested"...
*hides hip flasks*
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*hides hip flasks*

*Hides tea*
I'm scared you'll poison me when I'm not looking.
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I'm scared you'll poison me when I'm not looking.

*sips tea a tiny bit suspiciously* Tastes fine...okay...*downs tea*
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I didn't put any in, but if I had, you'd die thinking you were safe.
I usually make my own drinks.
*is very paranoid*
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I usually make my own drinks.
*is very paranoid*

alright then.
I let mofaha make the tea cos I fial at that. :]
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I let mofaha make the tea cos I fial at that. :]

Then you can have it just how you like it.
It's very rare somebody makes you a perfect cup of tea.
Mine involves two teabags, pouring the water in really slowly, leaving them for a couple of minutes and squidging them against the side of the cup so hard they almost rip, before taking them out, adding milk and two sugars :)
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It's very rare somebody makes you a perfect cup of tea.
Mine involves two teabags, pouring the water in really slowly, leaving them for a couple of minutes and squidging them against the side of the cup so hard they almost rip, before taking them out, adding milk and two sugars :)

if a bit sweeter. :]
It's really weak, with lots of milk and three or so sugars. Yummeh! *sips* ^.^
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It's really weak, with lots of milk and three or so sugars. Yummeh! *sips* ^.^

it's medium on the weak scale. ^.^
What about coffee? Drink that strong? i do. ^.^
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What about coffee? Drink that strong? i do. ^.^

The stronger the better!
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I've had coffee ice cream before, though, which is nice. :]
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Do you have aquaintances that you call friends sometimes?
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Oh, and then there's Zoe, who I spent the day with yesterday, and you asked about and I didn't reply.
;)
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;)

yes. Hahah. Is she the one you like that has a boyfriend? Or 'issat someone else?
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I feel like such a man whore when you say that.
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but I think real whores do more with more people than that.
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start poking you going 'Who d'you like? Tell me! Who is it?' But I won't. ^.^
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So there's no point.
You know I like Zoe, anyway, and Tomo, who I've already told you about.
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You know I like Zoe, anyway, and Tomo, who I've already told you about.

I know. That's why I didn't poke you, etc. I was just tempted to. :]
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The other girl also has a boyfriend, though :P
But in fairness, I liked her first.
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But in fairness, I liked her first.

or you two should get it awwnn.
You're always squabbling so it's fight or fuck, I'm afraid.
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You're always squabbling so it's fight or fuck, I'm afraid.

And I don't mean the wank.
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I can be such a cunt sometimes.
Good luck. You seem to be getting on rather well.
I'd try to make friends on here but I'd be compelled to try and sell hash to them, even though I can't get any myself.
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Good luck. You seem to be getting on rather well.
I'd try to make friends on here but I'd be compelled to try and sell hash to them, even though I can't get any myself.

but the chap who was in good charlotte
are they still going? i dunno
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are they still going? i dunno

Sorry, that's vile, I'll stop now.
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EDIT: It was more the mental image that sparked that^

That was a bizarre mental image.
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Girl: Mhm?
Emo: Get undressed, I want to clit my wrists!
Girl: WHAT THE FUCK!? Ok then.
Emo: *clits wrists*
Girl: Mmm
Emo: *gets sore arms* *cries*
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Emo: Get undressed, I want to clit my wrists!
Girl: WHAT THE FUCK!? Ok then.
Emo: *clits wrists*
Girl: Mmm
Emo: *gets sore arms* *cries*

"Suicide black was the colour of her hair,
like a cheap distraction from the razor there,
she knew it was Finnish because of the sheen,
something tells me you should just fucking slit your wrists now you worthless cunt."
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like a cheap distraction from the razor there,
she knew it was Finnish because of the sheen,
something tells me you should just fucking slit your wrists now you worthless cunt."

I'm rather pleased with myself..I just spent the last 5 hours, 15 minutes and 40 sconds ripping my new David Gilmour dvd, and it came out perfect :D
I am going to convert it into WMV and put it on my Zen now.
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I am going to convert it into WMV and put it on my Zen now.

that scares me.. but next id like her to play a duck
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Punch from 1850-1920 is often used for B&W sources.
Shopped, colourized and TOAPed for cheap laughs.
Overall, I like mashing old cards the best...

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Shopped, colourized and TOAPed for cheap laughs.
Overall, I like mashing old cards the best...


They always make me laugh even if it's "just" TOAP.
The title or text is usually the thing that makes the gag work, I think.
The opposite of Mac from the Daily Mail, in fact.
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The title or text is usually the thing that makes the gag work, I think.
The opposite of Mac from the Daily Mail, in fact.


It's silly and it's got a goose coming out of someone's scants.
What more do you bloodsuckers want?
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What more do you bloodsuckers want?

this is very peculiar. ill have to make sure i certainly dont step on any ants :P
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