Yeah, I like this first one. Anger from a honeyed tongue is always more piercing than just blatantly yelling at someone. Your rhyming has helped tremendously with this too. Good poem. How come you've started writing them now?
Let's stop with the flaming visitor messages in tS Guardians profile, shall we? :) Thank you.
It's only one thread now, but they'll soon grow up and learn the importance of having/adoring a huge rack. And even you, young What?, shall suffocate in boobs. Or at least one hell of a lot of conversations about them. No need. He got his answer from me.
The term "riding a cock" has been redefined.
Or she might think that you're a sweetheart for being so concerned with her health. It's worth a try, no?
Ah yes, the high-leveled dick on wheels. FES only though, so I don't have him.
Posted a new Poetry Contest. Would you mind replacing it with the old one? Thanks. :)
Two words: Keyser. Soze.
Good to see you again, guys. Time for another poetry contest. The months sure seem to fly by, or maybe that's just me. Thanks for your entries as usual. :) August's contest was an interesting one to read. Apparently many of you have a dystopian view on justice, or at least prefered that view in your poems. Our winner was no different in this: Rayku filled his piece with a lot of anger and despair. Quite amazing for a poem of that length. In accordance with the new school year, this month's theme will be New Beginnings. Cheesy as it may sound, I'm pretty sure you guys can come up with something creative. Keep doing your best!
Very well, I'll look at your new one instead. It's about time to end this month's contest. -locked-
Those two guys who voted something other than "Yes" deserve to have knots in their cocks.
Riiiiiight. Excuse me while I go win a game of strip poker from hotter people than you'll ever sleep with.
There's no beauty in booty. There's nothing appealing to someone's ass.
We're listing the greatest horror movies here, not the crappies. I never did understand how some people are terrified by off-screen violence and predictable lack of suspense.
Also, notable mention for Visitor Q. That one is very disturbing to your average viewer, but somewhat less disturbing if you're familiar with Takashi Miike's other work.
I've always wondered how you can believe in some superstitions and think others are bull. Unless you've had a sufficient amount of first-hand experiences with the ones you do believe in. Then it makes slightly more sense, I guess. I believe in none whatsoever. None that I can think of right now at least.
Your thread about basketball/football has been moved to Hobbies & Activities. Just thought I'd let you know.
I see that but I doubt that it's still worthy of mention.
I like to think that my partner in crime was such a great actor that all the teachers made fools out of themselves by desperately trying to comfort her. But yeah, we were suspended for a day or two to "think about what we had done" (read: brag to the kids in our neighbourhood about our radical joke). Nothing too spectacular.
My best friend in elementary school faked her first period on April Fool's by staining a spare pair of pants in fake blood (her crotch was soaked) and running out of the restroom crying. We were badass 10-year-olds. 'Twas my idea.
