Heh, we did these recordings on the myspace about a month and a half ago, and I haven't really listened to them since the day or two afterwards. They're not half bad!
A perfectly good thread about Marilyn "I'm the hottest person to ever live" Mon-fucking-roe radiantly slurping down tube steak like it was fucking ice cream and you fucking faggots have to start talking about drumming?
Jesus fuck.
No, we're divorced. I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore.
A perfectly good thread about Marilyn "I'm the hottest person to ever live" Mon-fucking-roe radiantly slurping down tube steak like it was fucking ice cream and you fucking faggots have to start talking about drumming?
Jesus fuck.
No, we're divorced. I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore.
Just shut the fuck up and enjoy it. Like the original subject enjoyed a mouthful of it.
I was going to add in some percussion sounds, but I don't want to invest any more time/effort into that recording. I'm still really disappointed with how my voice sounds--it's all out of my range, and my sinuses are all "yo what's up we're congested" and it's not very well sung to boot. I was hitting a lot of the notes flat.
Maybe I'll revisit the entire thing someday, but I think it's more likely that I'll just leave it the way it is.
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A perfectly good thread about Marilyn "I'm the hottest person to ever live" Mon-fucking-roe radiantly slurping down tube steak like it was fucking ice cream and you fucking faggots have to start talking about drumming?
Jesus fuck.
No, we're divorced. I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore.
Well what do you suggest?!
We can't do anything about this situation.
Some old sad fuck is furiously pounding his wrinkled cock into submission to this video.
Sitting in some decaying mansion in New York, blankets of dust covering every armoire, marble top table, and gold leafed velvet furniture, pumping his fist while an ancient, English, man in a monkey suit holds a silk handkerchief waiting for 'master' to finish this evenings constitutional.
This man is the grinch of porn, and nothing we can do can liberate this video. We can't all just sit around and sing like the cindyloo who, and expect his black, shriveled heart to magically grow three times this day.
No, if you want to change this, why don't you throw some ideas out, for fucks sake.
How about you go steal it for us?
Be our robin hood, free from his gnarled hands and vice like grip, the one porn that could change our lives. Pry from his clutches the film that might make the time mankind has spent on bent knee and arched back, silent and solemn in deep prayer to a mysterious god above, all worth while.
Until then, we can only cloud our minds and hide our sorrow over these tear inducing events as to live a normal life. We cannot spend countless moments pondering the full lips of a platinum haired goddess breathing life into the worlds luckiest cock. Her dream filled eyes, and checks taught with suction, act as a veil for the pure frenzy and mechanical movement her lusty tongue flickering with movements as precise and coordinated as a professional ballerina, fluttering across the planks to the gaze of a thousand people weeping to the beauty each kick, jump and spin she displays with ease.
So don’t you dare give us shit. We are trying to live, damn it! We are trying to shuffle through our days as best we can, knowing that this is a sight we will never see.
A perfectly good thread about Marilyn "I'm the hottest person to ever live" Mon-fucking-roe radiantly slurping down tube steak like it was fucking ice cream and you fucking faggots have to start talking about drumming?
Jesus fuck.
No, we're divorced. I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore.
Well what do you suggest?!
We can't do anything about this situation.
Some old sad fuck is furiously pounding his wrinkled cock into submission to this video.
Sitting in some decaying mansion in New York, blankets of dust covering every armoire, marble top table, and gold leafed velvet furniture, pumping his fist while an ancient, English, man in a monkey suit holds a silk handkerchief waiting for 'master' to finish this evenings constitutional.
This man is the grinch of porn, and nothing we can do can liberate this video. We can't all just sit around and sing like the cindyloo who, and expect his black, shriveled heart to magically grow three times this day.
No, if you want to change this, why don't you throw some ideas out, for fucks sake.
How about you go steal it for us?
Be our robin hood, free from his gnarled hands and vice like grip, the one porn that could change our lives. Pry from his clutches the film that might make the time mankind has spent on bent knee and arched back, silent and solemn in deep prayer to a mysterious god above, all worth while.
Until then, we can only cloud our minds and hide our sorrow over these tear inducing events as to live a normal life. We cannot spend countless moments pondering the full lips of a platinum haired goddess breathing life into the worlds luckiest cock. Her dream filled eyes, and checks taught with suction, act as a veil for the pure frenzy and mechanical movement her lusty tongue flickering with movements as precise and coordinated as a professional ballerina, fluttering across the planks to the gaze of a thousand people weeping to the beauty each kick, jump and spin she displays with ease.
So don’t you dare give us shit. We are trying to live, damn it! We are trying to shuffle through our days as best we can, knowing that this is a sight we will never see.
A perfectly good thread about Marilyn "I'm the hottest person to ever live" Mon-fucking-roe radiantly slurping down tube steak like it was fucking ice cream and you fucking faggots have to start talking about drumming?
Jesus fuck.
No, we're divorced. I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore.
Well what do you suggest?!
We can't do anything about this situation.
Some old sad fuck is furiously pounding his wrinkled cock into submission to this video.
Sitting in some decaying mansion in New York, blankets of dust covering every armoire, marble top table, and gold leafed velvet furniture, pumping his fist while an ancient, English, man in a monkey suit holds a silk handkerchief waiting for 'master' to finish this evenings constitutional.
This man is the grinch of porn, and nothing we can do can liberate this video. We can't all just sit around and sing like the cindyloo who, and expect his black, shriveled heart to magically grow three times this day.
No, if you want to change this, why don't you throw some ideas out, for fucks sake.
How about you go steal it for us?
Be our robin hood, free from his gnarled hands and vice like grip, the one porn that could change our lives. Pry from his clutches the film that might make the time mankind has spent on bent knee and arched back, silent and solemn in deep prayer to a mysterious god above, all worth while.
Until then, we can only cloud our minds and hide our sorrow over these tear inducing events as to live a normal life. We cannot spend countless moments pondering the full lips of a platinum haired goddess breathing life into the worlds luckiest cock. Her dream filled eyes, and checks taught with suction, act as a veil for the pure frenzy and mechanical movement her lusty tongue flickering with movements as precise and coordinated as a professional ballerina, fluttering across the planks to the gaze of a thousand people weeping to the beauty each kick, jump and spin she displays with ease.
So don’t you dare give us shit. We are trying to live, damn it! We are trying to shuffle through our days as best we can, knowing that this is a sight we will never see.
I always wonder what I would do if given a chance to make one and only one trip back to any time in history to bang any historical figure. Would I choose Marilyn Monroe, since i know what she looked like and know it would be great? Or would I choose someone like cleopatra or Helen of Troy, legendary beauties but hell, who knows what they look like? What if they were butterfaces?
World as Mytha breezy way to annoy serious peopleRegistered Userregular
edited April 2008
obviously you'd do helen or cleopatra
because even if they were butterfaces you get to come back to present times and say "yeah cleopatra gives shitty head, doggs" and high five a bro or whatever the fuck you wanna do I don't know
because even if they were butterfaces you get to come back to present times and say "yeah cleopatra gives shitty head, doggs" and high five a bro or whatever the fuck you wanna do I don't know
alexander or bismarck
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because even if they were butterfaces you get to come back to present times and say "yeah cleopatra gives shitty head, doggs" and high five a bro or whatever the fuck you wanna do I don't know
this is the worst logic i've ever seen
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PiptheFairFrequently not in boats.Registered Userregular
edited April 2008
did you just call charlamagne anglo-saxxon?
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because even if they were butterfaces you get to come back to present times and say "yeah cleopatra gives shitty head, doggs" and high five a bro or whatever the fuck you wanna do I don't know
nah, bro, that deserves a fist pound
Hell, maybe a double fist pound followed by a chest bump
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don't really practice much
I'm hoping to get into a new band
I'm going to stay at my mothers, I'm taking the kids.
No goodbye ass plugging?
cracks me up every time, and I'm the one who fucking plays it
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Just shut the fuck up and enjoy it. Like the original subject enjoyed a mouthful of it.
See, it's a segue.
I bust his balls for that lyric every chance I get, but I secretly love it.
Ahahaha, fuck yes FINALLY.
Gimme some sugar.
meh...watching a guy getting a lickin' has never been my thing I guess...
Mutual fun FTW
Maybe I'll revisit the entire thing someday, but I think it's more likely that I'll just leave it the way it is.
holy hell!
we're getting married
you do not have a choice in this matter
Well what do you suggest?!
We can't do anything about this situation.
Some old sad fuck is furiously pounding his wrinkled cock into submission to this video.
Sitting in some decaying mansion in New York, blankets of dust covering every armoire, marble top table, and gold leafed velvet furniture, pumping his fist while an ancient, English, man in a monkey suit holds a silk handkerchief waiting for 'master' to finish this evenings constitutional.
This man is the grinch of porn, and nothing we can do can liberate this video. We can't all just sit around and sing like the cindyloo who, and expect his black, shriveled heart to magically grow three times this day.
No, if you want to change this, why don't you throw some ideas out, for fucks sake.
How about you go steal it for us?
Be our robin hood, free from his gnarled hands and vice like grip, the one porn that could change our lives. Pry from his clutches the film that might make the time mankind has spent on bent knee and arched back, silent and solemn in deep prayer to a mysterious god above, all worth while.
Until then, we can only cloud our minds and hide our sorrow over these tear inducing events as to live a normal life. We cannot spend countless moments pondering the full lips of a platinum haired goddess breathing life into the worlds luckiest cock. Her dream filled eyes, and checks taught with suction, act as a veil for the pure frenzy and mechanical movement her lusty tongue flickering with movements as precise and coordinated as a professional ballerina, fluttering across the planks to the gaze of a thousand people weeping to the beauty each kick, jump and spin she displays with ease.
So don’t you dare give us shit. We are trying to live, damn it! We are trying to shuffle through our days as best we can, knowing that this is a sight we will never see.
I don't know why.
I was terrified
I love you.
Take me now.
Time/place/prophylactic of choice
it's pretty good
because even if they were butterfaces you get to come back to present times and say "yeah cleopatra gives shitty head, doggs" and high five a bro or whatever the fuck you wanna do I don't know
You could go back in time and bang everybody he banged. You'd be everybody's great-great-great etc. grandfather
the opinion thread is over, and you have to post a beutiful piece of prose like that?
alexander or bismarck
the historical records even say so
plus she was fucking inbred
this is the worst logic i've ever seen
bitch could suck a mean dick though.
who knows whether marilyn monroe will be remembered in even a hundred years
nah, bro, that deserves a fist pound
Hell, maybe a double fist pound followed by a chest bump