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I want peen, you want to share in 600BP...Log in to see images! (view post) |
07/03/2009 | |
I want peen, you want to share in 600BP...Log in to see images! (view post) |
07/02/2009 | |
Unban MercWithMouth!!Merc is banned?!
Best news I’ve had all day Log in to see images!
next time perma plz. (view post) |
06/10/2009 | |
what song is playing in the background of this video? i want it [nsfw]dude! do you fap to that? Log in to see images!
anyway, i googled a line of the lyrics that i could make out – here’s your song:
Drowning Pool – All Over Me
**** music imo, but hey whatever. (view post) |
06/08/2009 | |
Oh hey guysmale reproductive organ is real. i’ve seen the noods Log in to see images! (view post) |
05/31/2009 | |
Suggestions for better raid organizationRe dei sepolcri Posted:
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Actually, a well-organized raid is mathematically advantageous. If you have 13 raiders with 12 visits each, that’s 156 visits. If the raid goes perfectly, all participants would earn 156 – 11 (to get to the initial 12) = 145 Log in to see images!
A solo raid, if done flawlessly, will get you 72 Log in to see images!. And, if you get 3 lemon scoops for each forum in your solo raid, that’s another 36 scoops. 72 + 36 = 108 scoops.
We all maintain our pistachio streaks while we raid, so that’s irrelevant.
WeChall’s raids typically earn about 130 vanilla scoops. Today’s raid brought in 147 Log in to see images! thanks to some players raiding with 15 visits, because of the extra 3 that ET gave everyone the other day.
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05/30/2009 | |
did u know...ponies are bumholes and here’s why:
when i was 9, i was at a friend’s bday party and they had pony rides there. so finally it was my turn and i sat on the pony and he wouldn’t move because i was a chubby little girl. and that is why ponies suck. (view post) |
05/22/2009 | |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUSER!it’s my birthday tomorrow Log in to see images! (view post) |
05/22/2009 | |
I <3 MY KITTYwhat’s that cat’s name? (view post) |
05/22/2009 | |
**** TestThis is risky, but I’ve pbumed drug tests this way:
Right before you go to take your test, get a friend who is clean to **** in a cup for you (make sure the friend is the same sex as you). Funnel the **** into a small container. A sample size bottle of mouthwash works well (be sure to rinse it thoroughly). Buy a thermometer if you don’t have one. Run some hot water from the tap into a cup. Put the thermometer inside the container with the urine, and immerse the container of urine into the hot bath of water. Bring the temperature of the pee up to about 104. (If you have to drive a while to the testing site, it’s best to do this in a near-by public restroom.) Put the container of urine between your legs, as close to your body as possible. Wear tight fitting underwear and tape it to your body if necessary. I’m a girl, so I’m not sure how well this works for guys since your testicles are kept at a lower temperature than the rest of your body – maybe keep it around your taint (inside your bum would be ideal lol). Alternatively, you could try keeping it in your armpit. They’re going to make you wait there about 20 minutes before they let you go to ****. So while you’re sitting there, hug it close to your body. Bring your thermometer with you. When you go into the bathroom, pour the **** into the cup, and take the temperature. They will check it for body temperature. If it’s too cold, add a little hot water from the sink to bring the temperature up (98.6 F). Don’t make it too hot, because that will be suspicious. **** into the toilet for effect. There’s a lot that can go wrong with this, but it’s worked for me.
I’ve heard they also test for common detox products, so I’ve never taken the risk with those. Another option would be to start drinking a ton of water now, and exercise a lot. You can buy a home drug testing kit at any of the chain drug stores (like Walgreens, CVS, etc). Test yourself right before you go and if you’re positive, try to put off the test.
Good luck.
edit: If you don’t know anyone with clean urine, you can buy powdered urine online that you mix with water. If you can’t get overnight shipping, check your local head shops, maybe they have some. (view post) |
05/12/2009 | |
The saddest thing in the world.This song tells a sad story:
Gist of the story:
A man steals a horse, but gets caught and brought before a judge, who sentences him to death. His daughter hears of this and brings all her money to try to free her father, but the judge tells her the only way he’ll let her father go free is if she has sex with him. The girl’s father tells her not to do it, but out of love for her father, the girl sleep with the judge. She wakes up the next morning to see her father’s body hanging from a tree – the judge had hung him anyway. (view post) |
05/09/2009 | |
a thread for fisha newly discovered deep sea fish. the big orbs inside its see-thru head are actually the eyes.
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05/02/2009 | |
a thread for fishi Log in to see images! fish!
filmed this myself Log in to see images! (view post) |
05/01/2009 | |
The saddest thing in the world.Potilas Posted: |
05/01/2009 | |
Contest for 30 BPadded. (view post) |
05/01/2009 | |
The saddest thing in the world.A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a US $7,000 full page ad in the paper to present this. By Jim Willis, 2001 How Could You?
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. ...
Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” — but then you’d relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” — still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love.”
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject. I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.” They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with “papers.”
You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed, “No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!” And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked “How could you?”
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.
At first, whenever anyone pbumed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind — that this was all a bad dream… or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.
She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.
She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured “How could you?”
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself —a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
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05/01/2009 | |
Buying a lot of zomg im so fat.xpeghttp://forumwarz.com/auctions/show/216812-zomg-im-so-fat-xpeg http://forumwarz.com/auctions/show/216811-zomg-im-so-fat-xpeg (view post) |
05/01/2009 |
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