Fine I think Melly smells like rotten tuna, and old feet
YOU MEL!!!
better?
Look at this- I leave for two days and all you es are fawning over my return. Makes me sick. Oh wait, I was already sick. So does that mean I am sick again? you people for making me sick again! gotdamnit!
Fine I think Melly smells like rotten tuna, and old feet
YOU MEL!!!
better?
Mel. I don't give a if she's gone or not.
Hey...Guess what?
I love showers.
from the other thread:
The girl smiled at the officer who found her, Handfield said. "She clung to him and he hugged her. She was glad to be next to a warm human body, to have somebody with her."
Oh, my.
Your head is between Mel's thighs right now.
Seriously, dude. Piss. Poor.
you're pregnant
I think back to a time in my youth, when my balls had no hair. I was young, ten maybe, when my first hair poked his little head out of my ever wrinkled manhood. His head came out, mouth open, chirping for food from his creator.
“Hold on little buddy. I’ll feed you.” I replied, giddy about my new addition.
I ran to the kitchen, with underwear wrapped ankles, thinking about what to use to properly nuirish my new offspring. Like a game of Hot-Cold, I wandered around my kitchen. Listening to my pube, looking for guidance. When surrounded by bread and crackers, the chirping would slow. Fruits, vegestables and chesses did not create any excitement. Not until I reached the tuna did chirps of joy erupt from my tiny ballsack.
“I guess this is what you want.” I said, trying to speak over the frenzied hunger cries.
I quickly grabbed a can opener and ripped off the top of the tin can. Thinking back to a nature film shown at school I knew that I could not feed it solid food. His digestive system is young and fragile to handle this. So I did what any good parent would do. I pinched a small amount of the oil drenched meat, put it in my mouth and began to chew. The illicet cries of my hungry pubic hair could be heard throughout the house. I sat down on a stool and doubled myself over. I slowly started spitting the mashed tuna into the mouth of my pubic hair. His cries of hunger quickly morphed into satisfaction filled groans. The more I chewed, the faster he ate. Soon the can was empty. All that remained were a few stray pieces tuna stuck to my wrinkled sack.
Just as I was about to start cleaning up the mess, my mother walked in. The sight of her ten year old boy sitting naked in the kitchen, feeding his pubic hair regurgetated tuna fish may have been a bit more than she could handle.
My mother died the next day.
You have gotten cranky in your soberness. And in denial. You know you love me.
Is it unhealthy to be so enthralled in a song?
Mel has seriously made me unhappy!
I need to kill something to make me feel batter!!
i never get fawned overLook at this- I leave for two days and all you es are fawning over my return. Makes me sick. Oh wait, I was already sick. So does that mean I am sick again? you people for making me sick again! gotdamnit!
you all
melmart aint got on me
Is it unhealthy to be so enthralled in anything, period? Anything and nothing and everything is not guaranteed to last.
Mel is a and I no longer love her
shes just sone cold mean!
F U midge and Damn you CHERRY.
I'm trying to have an epiphany here, and all of you are ruining it for me with your hate for each other, which is in reality just love.
Go have your epiphany at a bar like normal people.
Damn me all you want, luv. So tell us your news already.
I hate bars
I miss bars.
Learn to deal, .
I have no newsI just wanted to say something.
hey guys guess what
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