I was near a Starbucks on the way home from my Wall Street job last night. When I was opening the door to my car service, I noticed there's a scrawny hairless kid with imploded cheeks staring me down. It startled me, not because he was giggling with a Spirit cigarette in his mouth but because I didn't realize some people were stuck in the 90s.
He asked me something about being "generous" and I said 'No thanks' and got into the limo.
I saw his reflection in the courtesy mirror as we pulled away and shreiked my name, because he must have recognized who I actually was. It was kind of quaint in a small town kind of way.
Who hurt you, OP?
[quote]from my Wall Street job
[quote]to my car service
[quote]with imploded cheeks
[quote]with a Spirit cigarette
[quote]about being "generous"
[quote]in the courtesy mirror
[quote]in a small town kind of way
Did you hiss at him nanna?
That reminds me of how Gabby "Precious" Sidibe shrieks my name whenever I fuck her in her tidally heaving, rhinocerotic asshole. And use an electric cattle prod on her fat rolls, hitting certain sweet spots on her lard topography that cause those butt cheeks to writhe delightfully against my cock.
It's also quaint in a small town way.
You get your groceries delivered, of course.
Hey idiot R2 it's a parody thread about the guy who got hissed at at the gym.
God you're a tard.
Look at R6 losing his shit! Damn, not everyone stays on DL for hours at a time; cut R2 some slack.
From another thread:
Somebody trolldar'd the OP a couple months back and busted him for starting three or four threads at the same time as 3 or 4 different personas. One was a Galloping Gourmet thread in which the GG announced one of his many breakups with his imaginary bf; in another, the OP and his bf were still together, but OP was bitter about staying home sick while his bf attended a bbq; and in yet a third thread, OP and imaginary bf were blissfully happy together and had just spend the weekend visitin OP's dream town somewhere in New England.
It was me! I busted him! Granted, it took no brains on my part to do it. I also have nothing better to do since I got laid off from my job at Con Agra foods.
I love the story tellers, I wish I was good at it. I also wish Galloping Gourmet was good it. He's so bad it, it makes me mad.
Last night a gayling saved my life.
[quote]it's a parody thread about the guy who got hissed at at the gym.
And not a very funny one, either.
op of the original thread
SLAP HER FACE!!!! SLAP HER FACE VICIOUSLY!!!
I have a feeling this is somehow related to " An Eldergay hissed at me last night" thread.
OP is my cousin. I feel such shame about having sex with him in the hot tub at the gym.
[quote] " was near a Starbucks on the way home from my Wall Street job last night.
Mary, you're trying WAAAAAAAY too hard.
[quote] "who got hissed at at the gym. "
Missy assume that everyone spends as much time on DL as SHE does.
R6 = MissHelenBedd
Perry Mason & The Case of the Shrieking Gayling by Erle Stanley Gardner. Another case that never was but should have been dramatised for television.
Queers seem to shriek and cackle, like fish tend to do. It's embarrassing. Why must they behave that way?
Sometimes, when I fuck Gabourey "Precious" Sidibe in her 400-lb. asshole - my penis negotiating one fat roll after another - her inner "striking rectum" randomly shrieks at me. Yes, the Precious actress has an odd mutation: deep within her lard folds she has an inner, striking asshole the same way the creatures in the "Alien" movies have inner striking jaws. At any rate, her inner striking asshole shrieks my name every time we fuck.
um, R23. We've all had Gabby.
Why do you think there is so much elasticity in her folds, and why she is so desperate. Now, back to gaylings.