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There you were, on top of the world, cruising down the highway with a trunk full of rope, duct tape, and cases of chloroform. You felt your heart pound in your chest as you got closer, excited, but also somewhat disillusioned by the fact that the extra blood pumping through your veins wouldn't help you achieve an erection any easier. Then you remembered the butt end of the pool cue you had lying on the back seat would do the job you couldn't, and you felt your fear of inadequacy disappear.
Big smile on your face now as the parking lot came into view. You were moments away from a good burger, some stimulating basketball conversation, maybe a few laughs. It was going to be a great lunch, which you planned would conclude with the limp body of a college student being carried over your shoulder and dumped into your trunk. You saw yourself driving home, carefully, not wanting to alert any cops, thrilled knowing that another victim was going to experience your dungeon of fun, which you have soundproofed so Katie-Girl can't hear the screams.
So you entered. Strutted in with the kind of confidence that only a 16 time champion- -serial rapist possesses. You swiveled your head side to side. Where is he?
You walked up and down the restaurant, the sizzling meat aroma reminding you of that boy you picked up in Flagstaff a year and a half ago, except he was much larger than a burger and didn't fit on the grill so easily. You looked into each booth, looked over each table. Nothing. He wasn't there.
You got home. Katie-Girl noticed your down-turned mouth, your clenched jaw, your narrow eyes, the look of a beaten man. What happened? She asked.
"He's out, and he's staying out."
Last edited by midnightpulp; 10-16-2010 at 08:29 PM.
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Nothing is going to destroy this thread. Not even the sexual rantings of koolaid
Dude...seriously...really....get you some pussy and stop hawking Cully's asshole...
this has nothing to do with basketball... you a ing loser of the highest order...no life...no game...no es...no nothing... here man since you ain't got going for you the least a can do is point you to some hookers:
http://sanantonio.backpage.com/FemaleEscorts/
And after AZ Central they said I'd never rise again.There you were, on top of the world, cruising down the highway with a trunk full of rope, duct tape, and cases of chloroform. You felt your heart pound in your chest as you got closer, excited, but also somewhat disillusioned by the fact that the extra blood pumping through your veins wouldn't help you achieve an erection any easier. Then you remembered the butt end of the pool cue you had lying on the back seat would do the job you couldn't, and you felt your fear of inadequacy disappear.
Big smile on your face now as the parking lot came into view. You were moments away from a good burger, some stimulating basketball conversation, maybe a few laughs. It was going to be a great lunch, which you planned would conclude with the limp body of a college student being carried over your shoulder and dumped into your trunk. You saw yourself driving home, carefully, not wanting to alert any cops, thrilled knowing that another victim was going to experience your dungeon of fun, which you have soundproofed so Katie-Girl can't hear the screams.
So you entered. Strutted in with the kind of confidence that only a 16 time champion- -serial rapist possesses. You swiveled your head side to side. Where is he?
You walked up and down the restaurant, the sizzling meat aroma reminding you of that boy you picked up in Flagstaff a year and a half ago, except he was much larger than a burger and didn't fit on the grill so easily. You looked into each booth, looked over each table. Nothing. He wasn't there.
You got home. Katie-Girl noticed your down-turned mouth, your clenched jaw, your narrow eyes, the look of a beaten man. What happened? She asked.
"He's out, and he's staying out."
Please.
After reading this post its the least I could do, here you go Kool.
I exist.
In defiance of you & Ace gettin' your rat on.
Hey, motherf'er,,,
It'll never end.
I consider you & Ace ratting me out a personal triumph.
lmcontrollinao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For 15 years all the rats say that.
lmvictoriousao!
There you were, on top of the world, cruising down the highway with a trunk full of rope, duct tape, and cases of chloroform. You felt your heart pound in your chest as you got closer, excited, but also somewhat disillusioned by the fact that the extra blood pumping through your veins wouldn't help you achieve an erection any easier. Then you remembered the butt end of the pool cue you had lying on the back seat would do the job you couldn't, and you felt your fear of inadequacy disappear.
Big smile on your face now as the parking lot came into view. You were moments away from a good burger, some stimulating basketball conversation, maybe a few laughs. It was going to be a great lunch, which you planned would conclude with the limp body of a college student being carried over your shoulder and dumped into your trunk. You saw yourself driving home, carefully, not wanting to alert any cops, thrilled knowing that another victim was going to experience your dungeon of fun, which you have soundproofed so Katie-Girl can't hear the screams.
So you entered. Strutted in with the kind of confidence that only a 16 time champion- -serial rapist possesses. You swiveled your head side to side. Where is he?
You walked up and down the restaurant, the sizzling meat aroma reminding you of that boy you picked up in Flagstaff a year and a half ago, except he was much larger than a burger and didn't fit on the grill so easily. You looked into each booth, looked over each table. Nothing. He wasn't there.
You got home. Katie-Girl noticed your down-turned mouth, your clenched jaw, your narrow eyes, the look of a beaten man. What happened? She asked.
"He's out, and he's staying out."
Found your YouTube video....
15 at that point. It was twixt Kobe tossin' that airball/Artest making JRich sorry/and Bynum turning Perkins into a nattily dressed civilian.So you entered. Strutted in with the kind of confidence that only a 16 time champion
Why am I not surprised that you have information about escort services handy?
Oh, and where's my in' coffee?
^He'll scrap over sticks & stones, but, O & Forever? uh, uh.
please stop frontin it's already been established/acknowledged that you a ....the only guy issuing threats is the got that ain't got a good ass whupping in a min....like Mike Tyson said; "I'll you in the ass in front of everybody.." what....whenever you're ready to squabble brah
You must be one of those posters that the feds have decided to make friends with.
telemundo...no habla espanol mutha er...
lol. It's been months and you still can't start threads.telemundo...no habla espanol mutha er...
the price I pay for being a Laker Nation leader...so I can live with it. You cats think I'm joking when I say I got a thing for Kori...Tim better be handling his business because if I ever got a crack at that believe me son I would be wrecking shop...she'd switched her allegiance to the Lakers in a NY minute.
but you're gaythe price I pay for being a Laker Nation leader...so I can live with it. You cats think I'm joking when I say I got a thing for Kori...Tim better be handling his business because if I ever got a crack at that believe me son I would be wrecking shop...she'd switched her allegiance to the Lakers in a NY minute.
gain perspective...your live-in Papi may tell them lies but your Nena she knows the real story of your conception.
Hector NR. Koolaid II...born June 14th 2001...
He's not gay, he's a got.
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