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Work hard.
Play hard.
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have fun working hard and playing hard
Is this a blog about you sexing women? If so I am interested.
Boogedy boogedy!
there are exactly 3 good wimmen in this world. me mum, your mother and ge00fish's wiff. end.
and even then wiff's hatred of tom dwan puts her close to the evil.
There's gotta be like 2-3 more we haven't discovered yet. In the meantime...
She also kicked us out of her house so I'm going to side with thinking she's an evil one.
K so back on topic.
"Almost drowned in her pussy, so I swam to her butt." - Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr
"I can make yo pussy whistle." - Aubrey Drake Graham
Lol you guys.
Women are amazing. They live complex lives trying to balance constantly changing emotions which are at odds with all known logic. If you stop hating them you might find that they have lots of qualities which can balance you and make your life more fulfilled by moving your focus from just yourselves.
And you get to gave sex with them, which is nice.
:-)
what the fuck is going on in this thread
it has occurred to be this blog has been linked on a poker news headline site.
and that is fucking hilarious.
if people are expecting poker content lemme tell you now. there is none.
oh some poker content i learned from tha_giggy
don't get into a flipping situation with anyone who's screen name has to do with winning flips.
for example. I_WIN_FLIPS from ftp, guess what he did?
5 Spades
Wait, no spades anymore... its stars? Has it always been stars?
Can we make it tit or vagina for this thread? There's gotta be a way to program that right? I vote 5 pussies.
pimpin' got harder, 'cause hoes got smarter.
I love this thread.
I went H.A.M. in the paint last night and now I am going F.I.S.H.
but soon going back to H.A.M.
I swear, there's a lot of vegetables out there.
this is officially the most tilting thread eeever.
Pennywize ITT:
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb...lh1io1_400.gif
all i see is strange clouds.
this guy, he got jokes! he got jokes!
NO ONE KNOWS WHAT IT MEANS. BUT IT'S PROVOCATIVE. IT GETS THE PEOPLE GOING!
That shit cray.
hands up if you're down to get down tonight.
promiscuous girl you're teasin me, you know what i want and i got what you need.
i need some REM but i don't like sleepin alone.
Soon the thread title will change to "Why does it hurt when I pee?"- Frank Zappa
You'll always be my hero, even though you've lost your mind.
because he's married to vodka
bikes every time i see your avatar i trip out and hear your posts read in ge00s voice in my head
"there are many things that i would like to say to you, but i dunno how." - Noel Gallagher
"You say I'm a kid, my ego is big. I don't give a shit" - Adam Levine.
"I get knocked down, but I get up again!" Chumbawumba
"LOL Bigredaments" - Bigred
"I think it's really tragic when people get serious about stuff. It's such an absurdity to take anything really seriously ... I make an honest attempt not to take anything seriously: I worked that attitude out about the time I was 18, I mean, what does It all mean when you get right down to it, what's the story here? Being alive is so weird"
-FZ
"Rock journalism is people who can't write, interviewing people who can't talk, in order to provide articles for people who can't read"
-FZ
"excuse me i have to go and vomit" - emma watson
song of the day
"Grass gets greener, the river runs and the sun keeps shining. For instance, yesterday I was out for a walk, in short anything can happen." Alexey "Alex Ich" Ichetovkin
http://i.minus.com/i88xQCfANKILV.gif
the shit that's on reddit's 3rd page is fucking hilarious some times.
Phecda's PSA on Vimeo
would like to thank 4chan for finding source. i cackled.
and to further my intellectual journey i must quote the philosopher Redfoo.
SORRY FOR PARTY ROCKING
"I might like you better if we slept together." - Amanda Blank
Lost in the midnight blue, shadows of the moon.
Had to laugh at this. Thought it would fit well here.
Quote:
Dear Connie,
I know the counselor said we shouldn’t contact each other during our “cooling off” period, but I couldn’t wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I’d never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride’s cost me a lot of things. I’m tired of pretending I don’t miss you. I don’t care about looking bad anymore. I don’t care who makes the first move as long as one of us does.
Maybe it’s time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says: “There’s no one like you, Connie.” I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they’re not you. They’re not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don’t say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation.
She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. Every man’s dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we’ve made important in our lives. It’s all so superficial.
What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I’m getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I’d never really thought of that before.
I don’t know, maybe I’m just growing up a little. Later, after I’d tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, “Why do I feel so drained and empty?” It wasn’t just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn’t feel the same because you weren’t there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Connie, I’m just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.
Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn’t eating right without a woman around. I didn’t know what she meant till later, but that’s not the real story.
Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we’re banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart’s a total monster in the sack. She’s giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she’s not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother’s old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it’s totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can’t help thinking, “Why didn’t Connie ever put the mirror on the floor? We’ve had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy.”
Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky’s just a kid and all, but she’s got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she’s been a real friend to me during this painful time. She’s given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She’s pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really is. So we’re doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here’s this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry.
And then it turns out Vicky’s really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I’m thrusting inside your baby sister’s cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It’s true, Connie. In your heart you must know it.
Don’t you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can.
If you feel the same please, please, please let me know. Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is.
Love, Dan
I thought abso nothing about this the first time you said it.
Then today I'm booking a table at a club/lounge for an event I'm planning this weekend in montreal and the site is one of them annoying flash mockups that has music playing, annoyingly.
All of a sudden I hear "Sorry for party Rockin'" and see the name of the band and song at the bottom of the screen - LMFAO, Party Rock Anthem, and I'm all like "hey I remember that, guess I'll listen and see what bikes was all on about".
And then the same fucking song I've heard all fucking year every fucking time I went out to a club starts playing and I feel like a tard. How did I not know this was LMFAO? How did I not know these lyrics? Faiillllllllll
"It burns when I pee." - dranger aka Dirty Dusty
The time you cross the line from later on to way back when
OH WAIT
the crux of the biscuit is the APOSTROPHE
OH WAIT
My python boots on too tight, I couldnt get it off last night, A month went by and now it july I finally got it off and my girlfriend cried YOU got Stnk FOOT
OH WAIT
I got a spot that gets me hot, but you cant get to it
OH WAIT
(on a side note - Guitar solo from MONTANA and ZOOBIE WOLF are top notch)
"I know you were being ironic, I too, am being ironic." - Marshall Eriksen
"Who is this jerkoff and what is he doing singing in my wiff's videos?
I shan't stand for it I say!" - Mark "kiwimark" Thomson