[21:13] * Knotty slaps VoX with a GPRS
[21:13] (VoX) nice..
[21:13] (VoX) garmin?
[21:13] (Knotty) no
[21:13] (Knotty) just slowly
[21:13] (Knotty) gpRs
[21:14] (Knotty) not gps
[21:14] * Knotty does it again
[21:14] (Knotty) u slow
[21:14] (Knotty) i can
[21:14] (VoX) oh
[21:25] (Knotty) dude
[21:26] (Knotty) this is the slowest comeback i've ever heard
[21:26] (Knotty) is this going to take long?
[21:29] (VoX) i wasn't planning on a come back
[21:29] (VoX) im like MJ
[21:29] (VoX) dead before my come back tour
[21:30] (Knotty) lol
[21:30] (Knotty) thats extra funny cause it took so long
[21:30] * Knotty gives VoX a beer
[21:31] (VoX) thanks
[21:31] (VoX) i think
[21:31] (Knotty) :)
[21:32] (VoX) it wasn't a come back though *stubborn*
[21:32] (Knotty) oh u still thinking of one?
[21:32] (VoX) no
[21:32] (VoX) im trying to get every last drop out of my mcd's shake
[21:33] (VoX) so im sucking like a 2$ hooker
[21:34] (Knotty) i wouldnt know
[21:35] (VoX) neither would i but it .. its .. a ... oh fuck u :(
[21:39] * VoX is now known as VoX|R18ForeheadLabel
[21:41] (Knotty) lol dude
[21:41] (Knotty) i made u shoosh
[21:41] (Knotty) HAHA
[21:41] (Knotty) i must show the bean
Funnier Than a 25yo virgin
that still lives with his mother
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
SALMON!
Careless> a friend of mine once fitted a salmon into her asshole xD :x
Knotty> i need that on a t-shirt :/
Knotty> seriously
Knotty> i would rock it
Knotty> Front: "a friend of mine once fitted a salmon" Back: into her asshole xD :x
Knotty> fuck yeah
Knotty> i need that on a t-shirt :/
Knotty> seriously
Knotty> i would rock it
Knotty> Front: "a friend of mine once fitted a salmon" Back: into her asshole xD :x
Knotty> fuck yeah
The movie was Watchmen, btw
DragonFly> indeed
Knotty> holy crap!
Knotty> lol movie i'm watching has a sex scene
Knotty> i wasnt expecting it
Knotty> or paying attention
Knotty> so i'm listening and the music is awesome
Knotty> its the song from shrek, but nice and acoustic
Knotty> i look up and they pomping
Knotty> it was so wierd
DragonFly> lololol
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
This is not me, but its fucking funny. it always makes me lol in littlecaps
Neighborhood Hazard
(or: Why the Cops Won’t Patrol Brice Street)
I never dreamed slowly cruising through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous!
Studies have shown that motorcycling requires more decisions per second, and more sheer data processing than nearly any other common activity or sport. The reactions and accurate decision making abilities needed have been likened to the reactions of fighter pilots!
The consequences of bad decisions or poor situational awareness are pretty much the same for both groups too.
Occasionally, as a rider I have caught myself starting to make bad or late decisions while riding. In flight training, my instructors called this being “behind the power curve”. It is a mark of experience that when this begins to happen, the rider recognizes the situation, and more importantly, does something about it.
A short break, a meal, or even a gas stop can set things right again as it gives the brain a chance to catch up.
Good, accurate, and timely decisions are essential when riding a motorcycle…at least if you want to remain among the living. In short, the brain needs to keep up with the machine.
I had been banging around the roads of east Texas and as I headed back into Dallas, found myself in very heavy, high-speed traffic on the freeways.
Normally, this is not a problem, I commute in these conditions daily, but suddenly I was nearly run down by a cage that decided it needed my lane more than I did.
This is not normally a big deal either, as it happens around here often, but usually I can accurately predict which drivers are not paying attention and avoid them before we are even close.
This one I missed seeing until it was nearly too late, and as I took evasive action I nearly broadsided another car that I was not even aware was there!
Two bad decisions and insufficient situational awareness…all within seconds. I was behind the power curve. Time to get off the freeway.
I hit the next exit, and as I was in an area I knew pretty well, headed through a few big residential neighborhoods as a new route home.
As I turned onto the nearly empty streets I opened the visor on my full-face helmet to help get some air.
I figured some slow riding through the quiet surface streets would give me time to relax, think, and regain that “edge” so frequently required when riding.
Little did I suspect…
As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car.
I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it—it was that close.
I hate to run over animals…and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me.
I barely had time to brace for the impact.
Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels can take care of themselves!
Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet.
He was standing on his hind legs and facing the oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes.
His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt!
I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, “Banzai!” or maybe, “Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!” as the leap was spectacular and he flew over the windshield and impacted me squarely in the chest.
Instantly he set upon me. If I did not know better I would have sworn he brought twenty of his little buddies along for the attack.
Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light t-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!
Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and leather gloves puttering maybe 25mph down a quiet residential street…and in the fight of his life with a squirrel.
And losing.
I grabbed for him with my left hand and managed to snag his tail. With all my strength I flung the evil rodent off the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw.
That should have done it.
The matter should have ended right there.
It really should have.
The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser.
But this was no ordinary squirrel.
This was not even an ordinary pissed-off squirrel.
This was an evil attack squirrel of death!
Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands, and with the force of the throw swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact he landed square on my back and resumed his rather anti-social and extremely distracting activities.
He also managed to take my left glove with him!
The situation was not improved.
Not improved at all.
His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him.
I was startled to say the least.
The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle.
A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it.
The engine roared as the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger.
The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy.
I screamed in…well…I just plain screamed.
Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel torn t-shirt, and only one leather glove roaring at maybe 70mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street…on one wheel and with a demonic squirrel on his back.
The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.
With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike.
This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody’s tree, house, or parked car.
Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle…my brain was just simply overloaded.
I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little affect against the massive power of the big cruiser.
About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he is a Scottish attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got IN my full-face helmet with me.
As the faceplate closed partway and he began hissing in my face I am quite sure my screaming changed tone and intensity. It seemed to have little affect on the squirrel however.
The rpm’s on The Dragon maxed out (I was not concerned about shifting at the moment) and her front end started to drop.
Now picture the large man on the huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very ragged torn t-shirt, and wearing one leather glove, roaring at probably 80mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel’s tail sticking out his mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.
Finally I got the upper hand…I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked…sort-of.
Spectacularly sort-of, so to speak.
Picture the scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork.
Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn t-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing one leather glove, moving at probably 80mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car.
I heard screams.
They weren't mine...
I managed to get the big motorcycle under directional control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign at a busy cross street.
I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove back).
I really would have. Really.
But for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment.
One of them was on his back in the front yard of the house they had been parked in front of and was rapidly crabbing backwards away from the patrol car.
The other was standing in the street and was training a riot shotgun on the police cruiser.
So the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to “let the professionals handle it” anyway. That was one thing.
The other? Well, I swear I could see the squirrel, standing in the back window of the patrol car among shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery, and shaking his little fist at me.
I think he was shooting me the finger…
That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car…
I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made an easy right turn, and sedately left the neighborhood.
As for my easy and slow drive home?
Screw it. Faced with a choice of 80mph cars and inattentive drivers, or the evil, demonic, attack squirrel of death...I’ll take my chances with the freeway. Every time.
And I’ll buy myself a new pair of gloves.
(or: Why the Cops Won’t Patrol Brice Street)
I never dreamed slowly cruising through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous!
Studies have shown that motorcycling requires more decisions per second, and more sheer data processing than nearly any other common activity or sport. The reactions and accurate decision making abilities needed have been likened to the reactions of fighter pilots!
The consequences of bad decisions or poor situational awareness are pretty much the same for both groups too.
Occasionally, as a rider I have caught myself starting to make bad or late decisions while riding. In flight training, my instructors called this being “behind the power curve”. It is a mark of experience that when this begins to happen, the rider recognizes the situation, and more importantly, does something about it.
A short break, a meal, or even a gas stop can set things right again as it gives the brain a chance to catch up.
Good, accurate, and timely decisions are essential when riding a motorcycle…at least if you want to remain among the living. In short, the brain needs to keep up with the machine.
I had been banging around the roads of east Texas and as I headed back into Dallas, found myself in very heavy, high-speed traffic on the freeways.
Normally, this is not a problem, I commute in these conditions daily, but suddenly I was nearly run down by a cage that decided it needed my lane more than I did.
This is not normally a big deal either, as it happens around here often, but usually I can accurately predict which drivers are not paying attention and avoid them before we are even close.
This one I missed seeing until it was nearly too late, and as I took evasive action I nearly broadsided another car that I was not even aware was there!
Two bad decisions and insufficient situational awareness…all within seconds. I was behind the power curve. Time to get off the freeway.
I hit the next exit, and as I was in an area I knew pretty well, headed through a few big residential neighborhoods as a new route home.
As I turned onto the nearly empty streets I opened the visor on my full-face helmet to help get some air.
I figured some slow riding through the quiet surface streets would give me time to relax, think, and regain that “edge” so frequently required when riding.
Little did I suspect…
As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car.
I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it—it was that close.
I hate to run over animals…and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me.
I barely had time to brace for the impact.
Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels can take care of themselves!
Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet.
He was standing on his hind legs and facing the oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes.
His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt!
I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, “Banzai!” or maybe, “Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!” as the leap was spectacular and he flew over the windshield and impacted me squarely in the chest.
Instantly he set upon me. If I did not know better I would have sworn he brought twenty of his little buddies along for the attack.
Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light t-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!
Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and leather gloves puttering maybe 25mph down a quiet residential street…and in the fight of his life with a squirrel.
And losing.
I grabbed for him with my left hand and managed to snag his tail. With all my strength I flung the evil rodent off the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw.
That should have done it.
The matter should have ended right there.
It really should have.
The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser.
But this was no ordinary squirrel.
This was not even an ordinary pissed-off squirrel.
This was an evil attack squirrel of death!
Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands, and with the force of the throw swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact he landed square on my back and resumed his rather anti-social and extremely distracting activities.
He also managed to take my left glove with him!
The situation was not improved.
Not improved at all.
His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him.
I was startled to say the least.
The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle.
A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it.
The engine roared as the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger.
The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy.
I screamed in…well…I just plain screamed.
Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel torn t-shirt, and only one leather glove roaring at maybe 70mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street…on one wheel and with a demonic squirrel on his back.
The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.
With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike.
This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody’s tree, house, or parked car.
Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle…my brain was just simply overloaded.
I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little affect against the massive power of the big cruiser.
About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he is a Scottish attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got IN my full-face helmet with me.
As the faceplate closed partway and he began hissing in my face I am quite sure my screaming changed tone and intensity. It seemed to have little affect on the squirrel however.
The rpm’s on The Dragon maxed out (I was not concerned about shifting at the moment) and her front end started to drop.
Now picture the large man on the huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very ragged torn t-shirt, and wearing one leather glove, roaring at probably 80mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel’s tail sticking out his mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.
Finally I got the upper hand…I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked…sort-of.
Spectacularly sort-of, so to speak.
Picture the scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork.
Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn t-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing one leather glove, moving at probably 80mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car.
I heard screams.
They weren't mine...
I managed to get the big motorcycle under directional control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign at a busy cross street.
I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove back).
I really would have. Really.
But for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment.
One of them was on his back in the front yard of the house they had been parked in front of and was rapidly crabbing backwards away from the patrol car.
The other was standing in the street and was training a riot shotgun on the police cruiser.
So the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to “let the professionals handle it” anyway. That was one thing.
The other? Well, I swear I could see the squirrel, standing in the back window of the patrol car among shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery, and shaking his little fist at me.
I think he was shooting me the finger…
That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car…
I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made an easy right turn, and sedately left the neighborhood.
As for my easy and slow drive home?
Screw it. Faced with a choice of 80mph cars and inattentive drivers, or the evil, demonic, attack squirrel of death...I’ll take my chances with the freeway. Every time.
And I’ll buy myself a new pair of gloves.
Vader Sex
Gorge> someone entertain me im seriously bored!
Pagan> Gorge
Pagan> phone sex
Gorge> Pagan nah
Pagan> u speak deep, i speak deep
Pagan> we make it kinky
Gorge> then what?
Pagan> um
Pagan> not sure
Pagan> thats as far as i got
Pagan> u supposed to say ja, then we see
Gorge> LOL Pagan
Gorge> k, ok, ja, then we see
Pagan> yay deep voice phonesex
Pagan> i've seriously pulled darth vadar voice in bed before
* Gorge puts on a husky voice
Pagan> oh yeah baby
Pagan> *kkkkKKKCHTTTTT grrrrrr
Pagan> *SPPPPHRRTTTTTH
Gorge> HAHAHHAHA gawd id lol
Gorge> end of romantic night
Gorge> LOLOL!!!
* Pagan thrust *Kppprthchhh thrust *SPPPRrttttch thrust *keooowww keoooww
Pagan> etc
Pagan> i do shit like that
Pagan> i dont know why
Pagan> i think i have sexy tourettes
Gorge> lololol i think so too Pagan
Pagan> Gorge
Pagan> phone sex
Gorge> Pagan nah
Pagan> u speak deep, i speak deep
Pagan> we make it kinky
Gorge> then what?
Pagan> um
Pagan> not sure
Pagan> thats as far as i got
Pagan> u supposed to say ja, then we see
Gorge> LOL Pagan
Gorge> k, ok, ja, then we see
Pagan> yay deep voice phonesex
Pagan> i've seriously pulled darth vadar voice in bed before
* Gorge puts on a husky voice
Pagan> oh yeah baby
Pagan> *kkkkKKKCHTTTTT grrrrrr
Pagan> *SPPPPHRRTTTTTH
Gorge> HAHAHHAHA gawd id lol
Gorge> end of romantic night
Gorge> LOLOL!!!
* Pagan thrust *Kppprthchhh thrust *SPPPRrttttch thrust *keooowww keoooww
Pagan> etc
Pagan> i do shit like that
Pagan> i dont know why
Pagan> i think i have sexy tourettes
Gorge> lololol i think so too Pagan
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Dont rattle my cage
* TBG makes a mental note: mythic does not swallow
mythic> lol nah i gargle
TBG> Aaaargh, sis.
Evergreen> LOLOL
TBG> *shudders*
mythic> lol oh hush - you started
Evergreen> oh damn, im getting visuals now :(
Evergreen> lol
TBG> I know I did and I regret it, mythic.
mythic> moving on
mythic> ;)
Evergreen> swiftly
TBG> Yes please.
mythic> hahahahahaha
Pagan> actually
Pagan> fuck spit or swallow
Pagan> i have a high sperm count
Pagan> u chew on me :D
* Pagan sits back and lets it sink in
Evergreen> rofl
Evergreen> nooooooooooooo
mythic> PAGAN!!!!!!!!!
TBG> Dude.
Evergreen> noooooooooooooo
Evergreen> nooooooooooooo
Pagan> bet tbg has a bad taste in his mouth right now
mythic> lol nah i gargle
TBG> Aaaargh, sis.
Evergreen> LOLOL
TBG> *shudders*
mythic> lol oh hush - you started
Evergreen> oh damn, im getting visuals now :(
Evergreen> lol
TBG> I know I did and I regret it, mythic.
mythic> moving on
mythic> ;)
Evergreen> swiftly
TBG> Yes please.
mythic> hahahahahaha
Pagan> actually
Pagan> fuck spit or swallow
Pagan> i have a high sperm count
Pagan> u chew on me :D
* Pagan sits back and lets it sink in
Evergreen> rofl
Evergreen> nooooooooooooo
mythic> PAGAN!!!!!!!!!
TBG> Dude.
Evergreen> noooooooooooooo
Evergreen> nooooooooooooo
Pagan> bet tbg has a bad taste in his mouth right now
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Ai, karamba!
* Aphrael stfu and sits in her corner
Ssammy> why Aphrael???
Aphrael> well, karamba don't wanna accept my help
* TBG raises an eyebrow
Aphrael> don't thank me either
TBG> Ai, karamba!
Pagan> lol dont feel alone
Aphrael> lmao
mythic> lmao
Pagan> hahahahahahahaha
Ssammy> why Aphrael???
Aphrael> well, karamba don't wanna accept my help
* TBG raises an eyebrow
Aphrael> don't thank me either
TBG> Ai, karamba!
Pagan> lol dont feel alone
Aphrael> lmao
mythic> lmao
Pagan> hahahahahahahaha
Monday, April 12, 2010
(bob"O"pagan)
* Bob1971 sets mode + naked on Jellybean
Jellybean> haha
Jellybean> mwah Bob1971
Jellybean> you dont wanna see me nekkid, trust me
Jellybean> its scary stuff
Pagan> i have brainphotoshop
Pagan> its called 'beer'
Bob1971> LOL @ brain photoshop
Pagan> men can drink cattle pretty
Pagan> true fact
* Jellybean walks off
Pagan> lol actually bud its funny
Jellybean> :(
Pagan> one day one dude is gonna ask the bean wtf she has bob tattooed on one side of her ass
Pagan> and pagan on the other
Bob1971> LOL
Bob1971> No shit
Pagan> (bob"O"pagan)
Bob1971> Hahahahahaha
Jellybean> rofl
* Pagan changes the topic to '(bob"O"pagan)'
Bob1971> Not x marks the spot but "O" marks the spot
Jellybean> lmao
Pagan> the imagery makes me lol
* Jellybean falls off her chair
Jellybean> oi!!! lol
Pagan> now now bob
Pagan> lets not be mocking the beans chocholate starfish
Pagan> the * is sensitive
Bob1971> LOL
Bob1971> Pmsl
Pagan> u have to ease into these kind of things
Bob1971> True that
Jellybean> hahahaha
* Pagan is now known as LubedPagan
LubedPagan> booya
Bob1971> ASL does assist remarkably well
* Jellybean slaps LubedPagan
Jellybean> haha
Jellybean> mwah Bob1971
Jellybean> you dont wanna see me nekkid, trust me
Jellybean> its scary stuff
Pagan> i have brainphotoshop
Pagan> its called 'beer'
Bob1971> LOL @ brain photoshop
Pagan> men can drink cattle pretty
Pagan> true fact
* Jellybean walks off
Pagan> lol actually bud its funny
Jellybean> :(
Pagan> one day one dude is gonna ask the bean wtf she has bob tattooed on one side of her ass
Pagan> and pagan on the other
Bob1971> LOL
Bob1971> No shit
Pagan> (bob"O"pagan)
Bob1971> Hahahahahaha
Jellybean> rofl
* Pagan changes the topic to '(bob"O"pagan)'
Bob1971> Not x marks the spot but "O" marks the spot
Jellybean> lmao
Pagan> the imagery makes me lol
* Jellybean falls off her chair
Jellybean> oi!!! lol
Pagan> now now bob
Pagan> lets not be mocking the beans chocholate starfish
Pagan> the * is sensitive
Bob1971> LOL
Bob1971> Pmsl
Pagan> u have to ease into these kind of things
Bob1971> True that
Jellybean> hahahaha
* Pagan is now known as LubedPagan
LubedPagan> booya
Bob1971> ASL does assist remarkably well
* Jellybean slaps LubedPagan
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Nigerian with tourettes scam
From: Pagan
Sent: 24 March 2010 03:36:35 PM
To: Dog
Dear fuck you asshole,
Uofej nyetiferyh unyid iityoveu I have the privilege to request your assistance to transfer the sum of $47,500,000.00 (forty seven million, five hundred thousand United States dollars) into your accounts. Ieheb uajogozoo ojor iboreu yoas umynagojo.
Yqiseloz naepy. We are now ready to transfer the fund overseas and that is where you come in. It is important to inform you that as civil servants, we are forbidden to operate a foreign account; that is why we require your assistance. Loujypeyx vyhoyi ydoz uuck you! Shit fuck peaqejo uvuzue feliyazile yjima yqaeopoha ivapuet ylyusuzofe aratucyt ziqealoocu.
Cock pussy bastard iijyuh oside yuosy ytupyfe aryn apav relyojaz aniwyh. The transfer is risk free on both sides. Bastard shit licker. Alternatively we will furnish you with the text of what to type into your letter-headed paper, qukopueah izor akodosylu qatoyuke along with a breakdown explaining, comprehensively motherfucker what we require of you. The business will take us thirty (30) working days to accomplish.
Please reply shit urgently
Sent: 24 March 2010 03:36:35 PM
To: Dog
Dear fuck you asshole,
Uofej nyetiferyh unyid iityoveu I have the privilege to request your assistance to transfer the sum of $47,500,000.00 (forty seven million, five hundred thousand United States dollars) into your accounts. Ieheb uajogozoo ojor iboreu yoas umynagojo.
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Everyone loves Tuesdays
* DonlyD has joined #adultsonly
DonlyD> weres my bitches?
DonlyD> lol
* Jellybean looks around for the "bitches"
Jellybean> Pagan, your bf is here :P
* cAptain hides away
DonlyD> lol
Pagan> who?
* Pagan penis perks
Jellybean> DonlyD
Jellybean> hes looking for a bitch
Pagan> aaah
Pagan> oh wait
Pagan> that wont work
Jellybean> why not?
Pagan> i'm all dominant and shit tonight
DonlyD> lol
Jellybean> lol im sure he will like that Pagan :P
Pagan> oh yay, that means he's just in time
Pagan> tuesdays are always anal penetration day
DonlyD> its monday
DonlyD> lol
Pagan> its ok
Pagan> for you i'll make an exception
Pagan> *wink wink
Jellybean> lol
Jellybean> there you go DonlyD, all sorted :P
* Pagan ponders blog
Pagan> cause thats quite funny
Pagan> especially out of context
Jellybean> lol
DonlyD> weres my bitches?
DonlyD> lol
* Jellybean looks around for the "bitches"
Jellybean> Pagan, your bf is here :P
* cAptain hides away
DonlyD> lol
Pagan> who?
* Pagan penis perks
Jellybean> DonlyD
Jellybean> hes looking for a bitch
Pagan> aaah
Pagan> oh wait
Pagan> that wont work
Jellybean> why not?
Pagan> i'm all dominant and shit tonight
DonlyD> lol
Jellybean> lol im sure he will like that Pagan :P
Pagan> oh yay, that means he's just in time
Pagan> tuesdays are always anal penetration day
DonlyD> its monday
DonlyD> lol
Pagan> its ok
Pagan> for you i'll make an exception
Pagan> *wink wink
Jellybean> lol
Jellybean> there you go DonlyD, all sorted :P
* Pagan ponders blog
Pagan> cause thats quite funny
Pagan> especially out of context
Jellybean> lol
Friday, December 18, 2009
Twilight
Pagan> lol only cool thing about vampire lovers
Pagan> takes a brave man to surf the red sea
food> without tomato sauce i hope
Pagan> but a braver one to drink from it
Redhead> bleh!
Pagan> vampire dude will think its his birthday
Pagan> once a month
Pagan> booya
* Redhead gags Pagan
Xray-GirL> ok thats just disgusting
Pagan> ta :)
Pagan> takes a brave man to surf the red sea
food> without tomato sauce i hope
Pagan> but a braver one to drink from it
Redhead> bleh!
Pagan> vampire dude will think its his birthday
Pagan> once a month
Pagan> booya
* Redhead gags Pagan
Xray-GirL> ok thats just disgusting
Pagan> ta :)
Friday, December 4, 2009
wtf man !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <- 31 exclamation marks
Loki> kinny .... im getting shit from Incogfuckhead in pvt .... wth ?
kinny> how should i know ?
kinny> ask him
Loki> i did ...
Loki> its not my duty to deal with this shit ffs
kinny> Loki erm
kinny> what is your duty then ?
Loki> wtf man !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Loki> wtf man !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[08:00] * Loki (Loki@g0d.oF.MischieF.cha0s.and.DestrucTion) Quit (Quit: Loki)
Pagan> lololol
Pagan> HAHAHAHAHAHA
HeRmiA> boy... someone got their periods
* Pagan lols
Pagan> BLOG!
Pagan> yay
kinny> how should i know ?
kinny> ask him
Loki> i did ...
Loki> its not my duty to deal with this shit ffs
kinny> Loki erm
kinny> what is your duty then ?
Loki> wtf man !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Loki> wtf man !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[08:00] * Loki (Loki@g0d.oF.MischieF.cha0s.and.DestrucTion) Quit (Quit: Loki)
Pagan> lololol
Pagan> HAHAHAHAHAHA
HeRmiA> boy... someone got their periods
* Pagan lols
Pagan> BLOG!
Pagan> yay
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Tarzan
Token_black_guy> 25... birthday's on Saturday, then I'll almost be in my late twenties :'(
Gorge> token_black_guy :)
Narsilion> Tbg that aint old arse
Pagan> he needs comfort sex Gorge
SaltySeaDog> halfway to 50 ey token_black_guy
Gorge> why comfort sex Pagan, and why aint u shagging him with ur huge penis?
Pagan> cause he'd probably scream like a girl
Pagan> thats no fine
Pagan> fun
Narsilion> Lol.
token_black_guy> But screaming like a man, would be?
Pagan> hard to scream like a man with a penis in your bum
Pagan> beat your chest and do tarzan?
token_black_guy> You sound sure of this, Pagan/
Pagan> ahhhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhhh
token_black_guy> Too sure.
Pagan> ^--NEVER gonna be the same again
Narsilion> Rofl
Pagan> i ruined tarzan for everyone
Pagan> lolz
token_black_guy> You have actually Pagan.
Gorge> token_black_guy :)
Narsilion> Tbg that aint old arse
Pagan> he needs comfort sex Gorge
SaltySeaDog> halfway to 50 ey token_black_guy
Gorge> why comfort sex Pagan, and why aint u shagging him with ur huge penis?
Pagan> cause he'd probably scream like a girl
Pagan> thats no fine
Pagan> fun
Narsilion> Lol.
token_black_guy> But screaming like a man, would be?
Pagan> hard to scream like a man with a penis in your bum
Pagan> beat your chest and do tarzan?
token_black_guy> You sound sure of this, Pagan/
Pagan> ahhhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhhh
token_black_guy> Too sure.
Pagan> ^--NEVER gonna be the same again
Narsilion> Rofl
Pagan> i ruined tarzan for everyone
Pagan> lolz
token_black_guy> You have actually Pagan.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Assvader
Redhead> i'm the one with tits in our relationship
Redhead> plus i'm the bitchy one too
* Thorn waves
Thorn> buh bye
* Spartacus wonders why you botehr explaining this
* Kin3tiK takes 5 steps back and grinZ
LeeAmber> Any proof Red lol
Pagan> lol baby
Pagan> thats true
Pagan> i'm the nice one
Redhead> so no i would not like to continue this convo with u
* Kin3tiK is now known as Luke_Skywalker
Anakin> Thanks for informing me, red
* Luke_Skywalker pulls out his trusty Lightsaber
* Pagan is now known as Girth_Vader
Anakin> not ASS vader?
* Girth_Vader is now known as Ass_Vader
* Ass_Vader assvades Anakin
Ass_Vader> who'se your daddy?
* Ass_Vader is now known as Pagan
LeeAmber> hahahahahaha lmfao @ Vader
* Anakin was kicked by Luke_Skywalker (May the force be with everyone who crosses your path .. just dont annoy our chatters)
Luke_Skywalker> oh
Luke_Skywalker> dere it is
Thorn> yes
Thorn> I like it!!
Redhead> plus i'm the bitchy one too
* Thorn waves
Thorn> buh bye
* Spartacus wonders why you botehr explaining this
* Kin3tiK takes 5 steps back and grinZ
Pagan> thats true
Pagan> i'm the nice one
Redhead> so no i would not like to continue this convo with u
* Kin3tiK is now known as Luke_Skywalker
Anakin> Thanks for informing me, red
* Luke_Skywalker pulls out his trusty Lightsaber
* Pagan is now known as Girth_Vader
Anakin> not ASS vader?
* Girth_Vader is now known as Ass_Vader
* Ass_Vader assvades Anakin
Ass_Vader> who'se your daddy?
* Ass_Vader is now known as Pagan
LeeAmber> hahahahahaha lmfao @ Vader
* Anakin was kicked by Luke_Skywalker (May the force be with everyone who crosses your path .. just dont annoy our chatters)
Luke_Skywalker> oh
Luke_Skywalker> dere it is
Thorn> yes
Thorn> I like it!!
Monday, November 16, 2009
BrutalFruitM> Pagan is it gone colder there?
BrutalFruitM> Pagan is it gone colder there?
Pagan> not really
Pagan> just wetter
BrutalFruitM> u like wet dont u Pagan
BrutalFruitM> lol
Pagan> nope
Pagan> although not actually, doesnt bother me
Pagan> lol i was even fishing in the rain this weekend
Pagan> and on the beach in the kinda rain
BrutalFruitM> so u had muddy beach sand in your ass Prude_F
BrutalFruitM> oops Pagan
BrutalFruitM> ffs
* BrutalFruitM moers his damn kboard
SLicK> LOL
Pagan> so u had muddy beach sand in your ass Prude_F <-lol token_black_guy> *ey
SLicK> Prude_F had a muddy ass ?
Pagan> wasnt me
Pagan> *kof
SLicK> that just sounds SOOOO wrong
SLicK> hahahahahahaha
bananagirl> lol
BrutalFruitM> lol
Prude_F> what i do now?
SLicK> MUDDY ASS!
bananagirl> sis
bananagirl> ;/
BrutalFruitM> it was a mistake
BrutalFruitM> tsk
Pagan> u thought sex on the beach was bad
Pagan> now we know what happens to chicks
bananagirl> ..
SLicK> rofl!
SLicK> yes!
BrutalFruitM> hahahahaha
Pagan> we dread the carpet burn
Pagan> they dread the mud
bananagirl> *gags*
Pagan> who would have knew
* token_black_guy lays in the foetal position in a corner
BrutalFruitM> like sandpaper in teh crack
Pagan> later
Pagan> when it dries
Pagan> hmmm
bananagirl> lmfao!
SLicK> haha Pagan
Pagan> be bad if cum makes it dry like cement
Pagan> wonder what i could eat to make it do that
Schwinn> Charmin
bananagirl> sis!!!!
SLicK> lol
* Schwinn gag's a lil
BrutalFruitM> Pagan thats when a dude knows he cant hav the chick on top
BrutalFruitM> or else he gonna get some polyfiller up his ass
Pagan> lol
Pagan> could be worse
Pagan> could be eskimo's
Pagan> did u know they dont have much oral sex?
Pagan> cumsicle death rate there is high
BrutalFruitM> lmao
SLicK> eskimo pussy is mighty cold!
Pagan> and u dont wanna lick it
SLicK> it's like frozen chicken
Pagan> imagine how bad that must be
* token_black_guy shakes head
BrutalFruitM> hahaha no muffing an eskimo chick
Pagan> stuck with your tongue frozen to a pussy
SLicK> :/
bananagirl> ;/
BrutalFruitM> your tongue will get stuck
bananagirl> oi oi
Pagan> in an igloo that smells like fish
Pagan> thats gotta suck
bananagirl>stoppit
Pagan> not really
Pagan> just wetter
BrutalFruitM> u like wet dont u Pagan
BrutalFruitM> lol
Pagan> nope
Pagan> although not actually, doesnt bother me
Pagan> lol i was even fishing in the rain this weekend
Pagan> and on the beach in the kinda rain
BrutalFruitM> so u had muddy beach sand in your ass Prude_F
BrutalFruitM> oops Pagan
BrutalFruitM> ffs
* BrutalFruitM moers his damn kboard
SLicK> LOL
Pagan>
SLicK> Prude_F had a muddy ass ?
Pagan> wasnt me
Pagan> *kof
SLicK> that just sounds SOOOO wrong
SLicK> hahahahahahaha
bananagirl> lol
BrutalFruitM> lol
Prude_F> what i do now?
SLicK> MUDDY ASS!
bananagirl> sis
bananagirl> ;/
BrutalFruitM> it was a mistake
BrutalFruitM> tsk
Pagan> u thought sex on the beach was bad
Pagan> now we know what happens to chicks
bananagirl> ..
SLicK> rofl!
SLicK> yes!
BrutalFruitM> hahahahaha
Pagan> we dread the carpet burn
Pagan> they dread the mud
bananagirl> *gags*
Pagan> who would have knew
* token_black_guy lays in the foetal position in a corner
BrutalFruitM> like sandpaper in teh crack
Pagan> later
Pagan> when it dries
Pagan> hmmm
bananagirl> lmfao!
SLicK> haha Pagan
Pagan> be bad if cum makes it dry like cement
Pagan> wonder what i could eat to make it do that
Schwinn> Charmin
bananagirl> sis!!!!
SLicK> lol
* Schwinn gag's a lil
BrutalFruitM> Pagan thats when a dude knows he cant hav the chick on top
BrutalFruitM> or else he gonna get some polyfiller up his ass
Pagan> lol
Pagan> could be worse
Pagan> could be eskimo's
Pagan> did u know they dont have much oral sex?
Pagan> cumsicle death rate there is high
BrutalFruitM> lmao
SLicK> eskimo pussy is mighty cold!
Pagan> and u dont wanna lick it
SLicK> it's like frozen chicken
Pagan> imagine how bad that must be
* token_black_guy shakes head
BrutalFruitM> hahaha no muffing an eskimo chick
Pagan> stuck with your tongue frozen to a pussy
SLicK> :/
bananagirl> ;/
BrutalFruitM> your tongue will get stuck
bananagirl> oi oi
Pagan> in an igloo that smells like fish
Pagan> thats gotta suck
bananagirl>
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Chocolate
Spartacus> what's wrong with chocolate now?
Pagan> i dont like chocolate
Pagan> its yukky
Spartacus> got the same chemicals as sex
Pagan> only for a girl
token_black_guy> Dude!
Pagan> i've never had a bar one that made me cum in my pants
Pagan> hope u havent
token_black_guy> You're missing out.
* Pagan backs away
Pagan> *from token more than anyone else
Pagan> i dont like chocolate
Pagan> its yukky
Spartacus> got the same chemicals as sex
Pagan> only for a girl
token_black_guy> Dude!
Pagan> i've never had a bar one that made me cum in my pants
Pagan> hope u havent
token_black_guy> You're missing out.
* Pagan backs away
Pagan> *from token more than anyone else
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Rule 34
* strangefruit listens to Talk Talk and takes her mind back to a particular strip tease
GriM-ReapeR> Gawd,u horny ppl
token_black_guy> Talk Talk?
strangefruit> yes, Talk Talk - I know - odd choice of music - it was performed on a whim
token_black_guy> <--- stripped to NIN's Animal, once Pagan> *blink
Pagan> black guy stripping to NIN
Pagan> rule 34 in action
* Pagan mind blown
token_black_guy> Haha...
token_black_guy> Shush.
GriM-ReapeR> Gawd,u horny ppl
token_black_guy> Talk Talk?
strangefruit> yes, Talk Talk - I know - odd choice of music - it was performed on a whim
token_black_guy> <--- stripped to NIN's Animal, once Pagan> *blink
Pagan> black guy stripping to NIN
Pagan> rule 34 in action
* Pagan mind blown
token_black_guy> Haha...
token_black_guy> Shush.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Church
Prude_F> hey...i've been to church
Prude_F> i was welcomed by name! omg how embarrassing
token_black_guy> I haven't been to church since I was confirmed... I failed to see a reason for going after that
Pagan> confirmed?
Prude_F> confirmed?
token_black_guy> yep.
Pagan> as?
Prude_F> like.....TBG you're confirmed as a person
Gorge> yes confirmed
Pagan> yes
Pagan> u are a person
Pagan> have a cookie
Prude_F> hahahahhaa
token_black_guy> Yep. But only so that I can make Catholic jokes, Gorge :P
Gorge> lolol token_black_guy
Pagan> actually
Pagan> would be funnier if u were a jew
Prude_F> hahahhahaa
Pagan> dreads with 2 jew curls in front
Pagan> that would rock
Prude_F> lmao
token_black_guy> Dude! That so would!
Prude_F> that would rock actually
Prude_F> i was welcomed by name! omg how embarrassing
token_black_guy> I haven't been to church since I was confirmed... I failed to see a reason for going after that
Pagan> confirmed?
Prude_F> confirmed?
token_black_guy> yep.
Pagan> as?
Prude_F> like.....TBG you're confirmed as a person
Gorge> yes confirmed
Pagan> yes
Pagan> u are a person
Pagan> have a cookie
Prude_F> hahahahhaa
token_black_guy> Yep. But only so that I can make Catholic jokes, Gorge :P
Gorge> lolol token_black_guy
Pagan> actually
Pagan> would be funnier if u were a jew
Prude_F> hahahhahaa
Pagan> dreads with 2 jew curls in front
Pagan> that would rock
Prude_F> lmao
token_black_guy> Dude! That so would!
Prude_F> that would rock actually
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Updog
* Spartacus has joined #AdultsOnly
Pagan> howzit Spartacus
Spartacus> hello
token_black_guy> Yo Spartacus.
Spartacus> hey dude
Spartacus> sup?
Pagan> updog
token_black_guy> Nothing. Just chillin'. You?
token_black_guy> What's updog?
Pagan> nothing much
Pagan> you?
Pagan> *booya!
Pagan> pagan +1
Spartacus> nothing much
Spartacus> :D
Pagan> howzit Spartacus
Spartacus> hello
token_black_guy> Yo Spartacus.
Spartacus> hey dude
Spartacus> sup?
Pagan> updog
token_black_guy> Nothing. Just chillin'. You?
token_black_guy> What's updog?
Pagan> nothing much
Pagan> you?
Pagan> *booya!
Pagan> pagan +1
Spartacus> nothing much
Spartacus> :D
Friday, October 2, 2009
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