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Hey /b/ros
Let's have a loli-Voice acting thread
I'll read anything you want me to, join in the fun over on my Youtube Channel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wjK9Xp_pbFw
“Alone”
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—
niggers tongue my anus
My name is Enkidu, I am an raging fat autistic whore who is looking for attention.
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I’m coming to you today as someone who, prior to this review, had only put a few things in her asshole. The tip of a finger here, a vibrator there, nothing too serious. And just so you know where I’m coming from, I’ve never had anything as large as a dildo or buttplug in my asshole. I just want you guys to know I’m a beginner here.
I got the Pure Plug in the mail and let it sit on my counter for about a week. This was not because I was scared of using a butt plug. It was more that I was so freaking turned on by the idea of using a butt plug I didn’t want to actually use it and have it be over!
You see, for years now I’ve been someone who was — how do I say this — conceptually aroused by the idea of having an asshole. So for example when a girl is fucking me if I can’t cum, I can just think about my asshole. Just thinking it’s existence, or how it feels to have one side of my asshole touching the other side of my asshole and maybe incidental contact it might be receiving can usually make me cum. This has been going on for about ten years now, and yet it only occurred to me when I stuck the small end of the Njoy Pure Wand in my ass that maybe I should get a butt plug.
say this?
Okay, I’ll be honest, it occurred to me sooner but I was too embarrassed to buy any of the ass play sex toys I saw in sex shops. There I’d be standing in the middle of Babeland buying a new paddle or squeezing the Shiloh and the Mustang trying to decide between them all the while side eyeing the glistening stainless steel butt plugs.
So when I got the Pure Plug in the mail from Babeland it was like Christmas. Christmas for my asshole. And yes, after a few tantalizing days, I did take that butt plug down off the counter and put it in my asshole.
Here’s what I did. I had the smallest of the sizes (the Pure Plug comes in three) and I went really really sloooooooooow. And I use All The Lube. Mechanically, I laid on my back, threw my legs over my head a la a yoga “plow” and then inserted the Pure Plug with the curve pointing towards my belly button.
Actually, first I inserted it in my vagina because I am much more accustomed to shoving things in there and it made me feel more acquainted with the size of the thing.
Anyways so I just sort of let the tip of the Pure Plug hang out around my asshole while I started masturbating. I suggest little circles. Before I knew it the Pure Plug was about halfway in and then — “Plop!” My asshole sucked it right in. Well all the way in over the plug. The handle loop was still stick out.
I think I'm a bulimic and I don't know how to feel about it
This is a good time to remind everyone that your asshole is a swirling vortex that will suck in anything you let it, so your sex toys all need to have a three inch flange. Many stainless steel butt plugs (like the kind with the jewels on them) don’t have a large enough flange! The flange is sometimes even smaller than the plug! The Pure Plug’s flange is right on the cusp of being large enough lengthwise, but it’s so thick and stiff that it would be difficult for your asshole to suck it in. That being said, a removable flange might just give you more piece of mind.
Regardless, like I was saying, with time, patience and lube you too can experience the wonder of having your asshole suck something in. It feels good. If you know the feeling of going from “Not Quite Fisting” to “Fisting,” it feels like a less intense version of that.
Now that you’ve all come on this First Butt Plug Journey with me, let me start out the actual product review by telling you that nothing, and I mean nothing, feels as smooth as stainless steel on your asshole. If you’re someone who is turned on by sensation of soft, heavy smooth surfaces across any part of your body you’re going to be turned on by the Njoy Pure Plug. It’s just impossible not to be.
Once it was in, however, I found the real draw to be the weight of it. Even the smallest Pure Plug is 5oz and that feels extra heavy when it’s inside your asshole. As someone who’s so turned on by the idea of their asshole conceptually, I found that the weight brought my attention right to my asshole. Constantly. This was a turn on all by itself.
To be clear, you don’t use a butt plug like a dildo. You generally don’t thrust in and out. Instead you stick it in and mostly just leave it there. I did, of course, figure out some neat ways to bump up my enjoyment.
One way I found was to go about all of my normal penetrative and/or clitoral stimulation but clench my sphincter muscles against the thin part of the Pure Plug. Another option was to rock the exterior of the plug back and forth gently. I also tried holding a vibrator against the exterior portion and the metal conducted the vibration to every last inch of my genitals. All of it was delightful. All of it.Here’s the thing; once you come, you still have a butt plug in. In my experience, after I come I usually don’t feel like having my butt plug in anymore. Unfortunately, to me, pushing a butt plug out feels just exactly like taking the cleanest most amazing shit of your entire life. To date I am not yet, for this reason, comfortable taking the Pure Plug out while in bed. Usually I bask in post-orgasm glory and then sneak off to the bathroom to remove it. This is also sort of convenient because then I can wash it with antibacterial soap and water. You can also boil it or run it through the dishwasher.
The only downside I’ve found thus far is that, even though I’d never used a butt plug before, I found myself wishing I’d bought the medium or large size. The small is really quite small.
So would I recommend the Njoy Pure Plug? Duh! Did you just read that review? I sound like one of those people just discovering their clits for the first time!
If you’re someone who’s just getting interested in venturing into the world of butt play I think the Pure Plug is a great place to start. While I believe the price tag is worth it, it might be a good option after trying something else that’s cheaper first. If you’re someone who already knows they love butt plugs you can probably just go ahead and buy the Pure Plug right this very minute and move on with your life. You’re going to like it.
I love you so much daddy Justin! *give big kiss and giggle*
What the heck did you just flipping say about me, you big meanie? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Tiny Tots Program, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on the girl's bathroom, and I have over 300 confirmed noogies. I am trained in Nerf warfare and I have the most gold stars in the entire kindergarten class. You are nothing to me but just another butthead. I will beat you the heck up with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my dang words. You think you can get away with saying that baloney to me on the glowy type-box? Think again, doodiehead. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of teachers across the USA and your parents are being called to pick you up right now so you better prepare for the spanking, junior. The spanking that wipes out the dumb little thing you call your playtime. You're in big darn trouble, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can wedgie you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed fartfights, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States PTA and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your dorky bottom off the face of the playground, you little poopypants. If only you could have known what serious punishments your little "smartypants" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your goshdarned tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you silly doofus. I will spray boogers all over you and you will cry about it. You're frickin grounded, buttmunch.
For a long time he was content just eating me out and jerking off into my bras, but eventually he needed more. The first time he made love to my breasts I had no idea what to do, but he was a patient teacher. He laid me on my back in his bed, ate my cunt and asshole for a while, then moved up so he was straddling my torso. He reached for the jar of coconut oil he kept on his nightstand and oiled up his hands, then began massaging my twin flesh-globes, getting them nice and oily for what was next. When he finally plunged his huge rod between them and began lustfully fucking my breasts, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. The smooth, meaty tip of his prick smacked against my chin with each thrust, and when he was ready to cum, he forced his dick past my lips and unloaded on my tongue. My first taste of Daddy’s hot jizz. He told me to swallow it like a good girl, so I did, licking my lips. It tasted salty and musky. I liked it.
cyka blyat
G is fucking beta, never getting noods
-Maniac
Friends, delegates and fellow Americans: I humbly and gratefully accept your nomination for the presidency of the United States.
Story Continued Below
Together, we will lead our party back to the White House, and we will lead our country back to safety, prosperity, and peace. We will be a country of generosity and warmth. But we will also be a country of law and order.
Our Convention occurs at a moment of crisis for our nation. The attacks on our police, and the terrorism in our cities, threaten our very way of life. Any politician who does not grasp this danger is not fit to lead our country.
Americans watching this address tonight have seen the recent images of violence in our streets and the chaos in our communities. Many have witnessed this violence personally, some have even been its victims.
I have a message for all of you: the crime and violence that today afflicts our nation will soon come to an end. Beginning on January 20th 2017, safety will be restored.
The most basic duty of government is to defend the lives of its own citizens. Any government that fails to do so is a government unworthy to lead.
It is finally time for a straightforward assessment of the state of our nation.
I will present the facts plainly and honestly. We cannot afford to be so politically correct anymore.
So if you want to hear the corporate spin, the carefully-crafted lies, and the media myths the Democrats are holding their convention next week.
But here, at our convention, there will be no lies. We will honor the American people with the truth, and nothing else.
Can you imagine an imaginary menagerie manager imagining managing an imaginary menagerie?
>>707810798
>Jimmy's dad
ALL OF IT, POST EVERY ONE YOU HAVE
Is towel ever coming back?
>>707810903
thought it was the one about treblinka
Douglas had to poop, his butt was all stinky because he had to poop so badly. There was a gross woman named Rebecca who was sunbathing all naked and she was fat. Douglas walked up to her and said, "I need to poop". "Okay, Rebecca replied, "I like poop". Douglas squatted down over the fat sunbathing lady and went poop. The poop sat there on Rebecca's boobs, looking like a weiner.
...
"Why are we here?", Douglas cried as poop came out his weiner in a long thin strip, it was weiner-poop, which is the grossest poop of all.
The peepee got on the woman's leg and she screamed, pooping out her boobs.
And so when the pee got mixed with the poop it smelled like a butt.
And the poop and the pee lived happily ever after.
pablito clavo un clavito en la calva de un calvito
wel fuck you bro, i'll post it
Enkidu you sweet memist, say this plz, to the song "Claire De Lune"?
>>707811061
ayyy
This Party is so not schway
I bet all these guys are wage slaves
they can't even afford a proper hairdye
Jammit, why is everyone dressed like a facist?
I know we're living in a police state but still
The Year is 2014, not drinking your cocktail intraveinously
lol, this guy over here looks like a fragging astronaut
Log up, man, the future is dead
I wish I lived in a bunker like that rick owens guy
Me? a Cybergoth raver? Glitch, please, don't lump me with those posers.
nominations
the delegates, donald
"Ok," she said. She reached down and started to stroke my dick. I
told her to wrap her hands around it and run them up and down the
shaft, concentrating on the head. I told her that, when I started to
cum, to keep going until I said to stop. She watched my face as she
stroked my dick. She was giving me a passable hand job when I got an
idea.
"Let me make you cum too," I said. I turned her around and sat her
down on my lap. My dick was between her legs, extending out in front
of her. She was straddling my dick, just like she had been doing
with my foot. "Let me rub you with my penis, then we can both cum."
I said. She knew exactly what to do.
I started humping, the top of my dick moving against her slit. She
reached down, pushing my dick against her slit and bouncing up and
down. She held my dick so the head was against her belly. The
wetness of her little girl pussy made everything slippery as sh e
pulled on my dick with both hands while grinding her clit against my
rod. She started breathing harder, as did I, the pressure building
in my balls. She leaned back against me; my face was above her
shoulder in her hair. I could look down across her chest and see her
hands cupping my dick against the smooth skin of her stomach. Her
nipples were standing out above her flat chest
Oh, yeah!
You gotta get schwifty.
You gotta get schwifty in here.
It's time to get schwifty.
Oh oh.
You gotta get schwifty.
Oh, yeah!
Take off your pants and your panties.
Shit on the floor.
Time to get Schwifty in here.
Gotta shit on the floor.
I'm Mr. Bulldops.
I'm Mr. Bulldops.
Take a shit on the floor.
Take off your panties and your pants.
It's time to get schwifty in here.
New song, schwifty.
Double x.
Schwifty song, comin' at ya.
It's the schwif-schwifty.
Hey, take your pants off.
It's Schwifty time today.
I caressed them,
running the pad of my finger in circles around one while I rolled the
other between my forefinger and thumb. She started to pant as we
humped. She would pull up on my dick and push back with her hips.
At the same time, I would thrust forward, rubbing my cock head
between her hands and belly. Then she lifted her legs up, putting a
foot on top of each of my knees. We must have made for quite a sight
and the thought of setting up a camera some time ran through my mind.
She broke out in a sweat as the cum boiled in my balls. With a
short intake of breath, Brit came. At the same time I blew my load
into her hands and onto her belly, firing seven to ten times. Some
drops of jez even shot across her chest and onto her shoulder. She
pushed the top of my dick against her hairless cunt; the lips spread
wide to allow her clit to slide along my tool. She shuddered over
and over again, having multiple orgasms. Her pussy juices and my cum
mixed to make her slide easily back and forth along my shaft. She
just kept humping, sliding my dick along her slit. I was long past
climax and she was still going! She was rocked by one orgasm after
another. From deep in her throat, a slow growl, maybe a moan, came
as she experienced orgasm after orgasm.
Finally, after what must have been two minutes of constant climax,
she settled down, melting against me. Her breaths came in short
pants. Her hair was sweaty and matted. Meanwhile, that feeling of
relaxation ran through me. I had fired an enormous load of jiz
across her belly and onto her chest. I cuddled her. Her whole front
was wet with my cum, her sweat, and pussy juices. Her hair was
stringy with sweat.
"Damn, we need to take a shower after that."
I totally love nigger. No seriously im not fuckign around, I super love niggers. I just want all the large nigger cock in the word inside me all at once. I want to be a bursting pinata of niggerdick
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>>707812003
no
She took
my dick in her hand and started to suck on the head. I was amazed at
how she seemed to know exactly what to do. I humped into her face
and felt my cock-head hit the back of her throat. She pulled back,
but then sucked me right back into her mouth.
"When I cum, just swallow it and keep sucking until I stop you," I
said as I humped my dick into her mouth.
I don't know whether she heard me, but she started sucking harder and
bobbing faster. She started breathing hard, blowing hard through her
nose. She was also grinding her pussy into my leg, humping it and
getting herself off. The jiz quickly built in my nuts and I soon
fired into her mouth. Brit jumped at the same time, I don't know
whether it was because of the cum I was shooting down her throat or
if she was cumming -- probably both. As I had asked, Brit just kept
sucking, pushing me as far into her mouth as I would fit. I fired
load after load of cum into her mouth. Little drops of semen
appeared at the corners of her lips as she sucked harder than I could
believe. I fired again and again into her little mouth. When I had
finished cumming, I reached down and lifted her chin off me. She
looked up at me and smiled, some of my cum was at the corners of her
mouth, a drop ran down toward her chin. I pulled her little body up
on top of me and kissed her. My dick was wet against her belly and
thighs. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like my cum,
her mouth was slimy with jiz. We cuddled and giggled.
Just before we dropped off to sleep, she said, "I think I'm going to
like having you here, Tommy."
>>707812090
plz, I ned this in my life
>>707809359
Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it."
First class, yo, this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm, this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
– "Yo, home to Bel-Air."
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later."
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air
Hey, it's the bald man and I'm here to tell you why the new Limp Bizkit album is so important That's because cd's like this one spare you from all the chart topping, teeny bopping disposable happy horseshit that brings up the bile from the back of my neck I have no time or tolerance for shitty wack acts like that I wouldn't piss on their cd's to piss out a fire I'm tired of all those lame ass, tame ass, prefabricated sorry excuses for singers and musicians who don't even write their own songs What the world needs now is a is a musical revolution We need some rock, we need something that has balls We need something with substance, depth, something with soul, some edge, some passion, some power Shit if it's going to be mellow, fuck man it had better have something, it had better mean something. I'm telling, you gotta hit 'em with something hard, you gotta stick 'em with something Limp, like Limp Bizkit. I'm so fucking tired of this shit that I'm hearing on the radio. Radio SUCKS! The same fucking songs over and over again. All the weak ones, all the disposable crap that isn't gonna matter in 3 months. It's just SHIT, (Hey) it's just crap Fred. Fred I'm telling you there's so much shit going on and we need some new music
What, what, what, what about Limp Bizkit? Limp Bizkit is fucking cool, you guys are cool, the new record is great, but fuck all that other shit. I'm so sick of all that weak shit (Matt calm down, yo, what's up) that's taking up streets and the charts. Fuck that shit Fred I'm outta here. Fuck, dude, fucking Pinfeild is pissed. Oh man I gotta go find that bald bastard. Hey Matt, Matt
>>707812182
not her but loli senpai is disappointed with you
Say this ten times fast
"Pad kid poured curd pulled cod"
Perkele mie vien joka ikisen teistä ali ihmisistä saunan taakse
Hahaha hahaha holy shit dude. Thanks for the lulls
>>707812359
but when else am I supposed to get a loli to say how much she loves black dick?
>>707812521
blm rally at the elementry school.
>>707813068
what am i looking at here?
The cats nestle close to their kittens now.
The lambs have laid down with the sheep.
You’re cozy and warm in your bed, my dear.
Please go the fuck to sleep.
The windows are dark in the town, child.
The whales huddle down in the deep.
I’ll read you one very last book if you swear
You’ll go the fuck to sleep.
The eagles who soar through the sky are at rest
And the creatures who crawl, run, and creep.
I know you’re not thirsty. That’s bullshit. Stop lying.
Lie the fuck down, my darling, and sleep.
The wind whispers soft through the grass, hon.
The field mice, they make not a peep.
It’s been thirty-eight minutes already.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck? Go to sleep.
All the kids from day care are in dreamland.
The froggie has made his last leap.
Hell no, you can’t go to the bathroom.
You know where you can go? The fuck to sleep.
The owls fly forth from the treetops.
Through the air, they soar and they sweep.
A hot crimson rage fills my heart, love.
For real, shut the fuck up and sleep.
The cubs and the lions are snoring,
Wrapped in a big snuggly heap.
How is it you can do all this other great shit
But you can’t lie the fuck down and sleep?
The seeds slumber beneath the earth now
And the crops that the farmers will reap.
No more questions. This interview’s over.
I’ve got two words for you, kid: fucking sleep.
The tiger reclines in the simmering jungle.
The sparrow has silenced her cheep.
Fuck your stuffed bear, I’m not getting you shit.
Close your eyes. Cut the crap. Sleep.
>>707813181
A girl with a choker around her waist
>>707813215
The flowers doze low in the meadows
And high on the mountains so steep.
My life is a failure, I’m a shitty-ass parent.
Stop fucking with me, please, and sleep.
The giant pangolins of Madagascar are snoozing.
As I lie here and openly weep.
Sure, fine, whatever, I’ll bring you some milk.
Who the fuck cares? You’re not gonna sleep.
This room is all I can remember.
The furniture crappy and cheap.
You win. You escape. You run down the hall.
As I nod the fuck off, and sleep.
Bleary and dazed I awaken
To find your eyes shut, so I keep
My fingers crossed tight as I tiptoe away
And pray that you’re fucking asleep.
We’re finally watching our movie.
Popcorn’s in the microwave. Beep.
Oh shit. Goddamn it. You’ve gotta be kidding.
Come on, go the fuck back to sleep.
>>707813222
okay
Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Follow orders as you're told,
Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold
Fight until you die or drop,
A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop
Close your mind to stress and pain,
Fight till You're No Longer Sane
Let not one damn cur pass by,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
bump
Read this
Cover my womb with your dirty pedophile cum!
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
say in normal sad voice
I just want to die anon, I know you love me soo much but don't worry I do too. You have no idea as to how much I love you, you were the ligth to my shitty fucking life and it was amazing, everything. You were my first boyfriend, my first friend, my first kiss, my irst love... I love you so much anon (sob). But I jut can't take it anymore... Goodbye anon I love you...
jesus wht the fuk
say this
Just end the stream right there. Make people worry
This
we must go lewder
Fuck this imma applaud to you with my fucking hands up, I'm not starting my fucking self. You fucking stupid bitch. This stupid fucking justice, our fucking righteous fucking nigger, Alex, is doing this shit. You fucking nigger. I swear to fucking god i'm gonna jumpcut Yo, everybody type in the chat "Alex is a stupid nigger". Just type in the chat "alex is a stupid nigger". Fuck him, fuck him.
>>707809359
how do i shot web?
I have a pen, I have a apple
Uh! Apple-Pen!
I have a pen, I have pineapple
Uh! Pineapple-Pen!
Apple-Pen, Pineapple-Pen
Uh! Pen-Pineapple-Apple-Pen
Pen-Pineapple-Apple-Pen
What in the wolf did you just howlin' say about me you little milk-sop? I'll have you know I was throned the top of my tribe in the kingdom of the Russ and I've been involved in numerous executions of Traitor Primarchs and I have over 300 million confirmed kills. I am trained in wolf warfare and I am the top CQC expert in all of the Imperium. Ye aren't nothing to me but just another Nancy Lion-Lover BITCH!
>>707815010
NOTICE ME YOU LEWD VOICE SHIT
I can feel your penis kissing the deepest part of my womb.
Chapter 1
Come on, you apes! You wanta live forever?
— Unknown platoon sergeant, 1918
I always get the shakes before a drop. I’ve had the injections, of course, and hypnotic preparation, and
it stands to reason that I can’t really be afraid. The ship’s psychiatrist has checked my brain waves and
asked me silly questions while I was asleep and he tells me that it isn’t fear, it isn’t anything important —
it’s just like the trembling of an eager race horse in the starting gate.
I couldn’t say about that; I’ve never been a race horse. But the fact is: I’m scared silly, every time.
At D-minus-thirty, after we had mustered in the drop room of theRodger Young , our platoon leader
inspected us. He wasn’t our regular platoon leader, because Lieutenant Rasczak had bought it on our last
drop; he was really the platoon sergeant, Career Ship’s Sergeant Jelal. Jelly was a Finno-Turk from
Iskander around Proxima — a swarthy little man who looked like a clerk, but I’ve seen him tackle two
berserk privates so big he had to reach up to grab them, crack their heads together like coconuts, step
back out of the way while they fell.
Off duty he wasn’t bad — for a sergeant. You could even call him "Jelly" to his face. Not recruits, of
course, but anybody who had made at least one combat drop.
>>707809359
>open video
>a stuffy nosed forced whiny noise comes on
>"PEN APPLE APPLE PEN APPLE PEN PENAPPLE PEN-"
>close video
Don't have anything funny to put so Ill just say i love you enkidu :)
>>707815220
But right now he was on duty. We had all each inspected our combat equipment (look, it’s your own
neck — see?), the acting platoon sergeant had gone over us carefully after he mustered us, and now Jelly
went over us again, his face mean, his eyes missing nothing. He stopped by the man in front of me,
Starship Troopers
by Robert Heinlein
pressed the button on his belt that gave readings on his physicals. "Fall out!"
"But, Sarge, it’s just a cold. The Surgeon said — "
Jelly interrupted. "But Sarge!" he snapped. "The Surgeon ain’t making no drop — and neither are you,
with a degree and a half of fever. You think I got time to chat with you, just before a drop?Fall out! "
Jenkins left us, looking sad and mad — and I felt bad, too. Because of the Lieutenant buying it, last
drop, and people moving up, I was assistant section leader, second section, this drop, and now I was
going to have a hole in my section and no way to fill it. That’s not good; it means a man can run into
something sticky, call for help and have nobody to help him.
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt,
His name is my name too.
Whenever we go out,
The people always shout,
There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.
Dah dah dah dah, dah dah dah
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt,
His name is my name too.
Whenever we go out,
The people always shout,
There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.
Dah dah dah dah, dah dah dah
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYP3aKzX73I
"I'm a hard bass slut, I want the sound that makes me hot, they play the noise again again, I want the bass that makes me wet, dirty little frequencies I wanna feel inside of me, big fat hard kicks, OMG I want that shit!"
>>707815367
Jelly didn’t downcheck anybody else. Presently he stepped out in front of us, looked us over and shook
his head sadly. "What a gang of apes!" he growled. "Maybe if you’d all buy it this drop, they could start
over and build the kind of outfit the Lieutenant expected you to be. But probably not — with the sort of
recruits we get these days." He suddenly straightened up, shouted, "I just want to remind you apes that
each and every one of you has cost the gov’ment, counting weapons, armor, ammo, instrumentation, and
training, everything, including the way you overeat — has cost, on the hoof, better’n half a million. Add in
the thirty cents you are actually worth and that runs to quite a sum." He glared at us. "So bring it back!
We can spare you, but we can’t spare that fancy suit you’re wearing. I don’t want any heroes in this
outfit; the Lieutenant wouldn’t like it. You got a job to do, you go down, you do it, you keep your ears
open for recall, you show up for retrieval on the bounce and by the numbers. Get me?"
He glared again. "You’re supposed to know the plan. But some of you ain’t got any minds to hypnotize
so I’ll sketch it out. You’ll be dropped in two skirmish lines, calculated two-thousand-yard intervals. Get
your bearing on me as soon as you hit, get your bearing and distance on your squad mates, both sides,
while you take cover. You’ve wasted ten seconds already, so you smash-and-destroy whatever’s at
hand until the flankers hit dirt." (He was talking about me — as assistant section leader I was going to be
left flanker, with nobody at my elbow. I began to tremble.)
>>707815520
not gunna lie, that song sounded as bad as skrillix shit
*maniacal laughter for 30 seconds* Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
Lowkey worried about Enkidu losing her voice
say angrily
congratu-fucking-lations anon you did it! You FUCKING did it? The world is ending in 12 minutes all because you pushed a fucking button "just for the lulz". You idiot do you have any idea what you've just done over 7 billion goddamn people are gonna die because of oyur stupid STUPID fucking idea to push the fucking button. I know you're a cynicist and nihilist and all but you didn't have to do it! Fuck you Fuck Camu Fuck Nietzsche and FUCK YOU AGAIN!!
>>707815520
I like this, what's the genre?
She wants to fuck the bunny we all heard it !
so ballet? what's your favorite? mine's Giselle and Diana and Acteon
Mesdames et Monsieurs
S'il vous plaît
Soyez prêt pour AronChupa et Albatraoz
C'est parti!
Let me tell you all a story
About a mouse, name Dilory
Dilory was a mouse in a big brown house
She call herself the hoe
With the money money blow
But fuck that little mouse 'cause I'm an albatraoz
I'm an albatraoz
I'm an albatraoz
Dilory said she was a mouse
Smoked the cheese and light it out
Moneyli money money hoe
Katching katching katching kablow
Dilory was a witch, yeah a sneaky little bitch
So fuck that little mouse 'cause I'm an albatraoz
I'm an albatraoz
I'm, I'm, I'm
Mesdames et Monsieurs
S'il vous plaît
Soyez prêt pour AronChupa et Albatraoz
C'est parti!
I got it!
Ooh I say yeah
Ooh I say yeah
I'm an albatraoz
So what
I'm, I'm, I'm
Stop
I got it
I'm an albatraoz
This is albatraoz, yeah
?
Fuck Fuck, Fuck the bunny!
>>707816121
enkidu is fucking based
I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair – it just won’t behave,
and damn Katherine Kavanagh for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be
studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair
into submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this
mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush. I roll
my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the pale, brown-haired girl with blue eyes too big for
her face staring back at me, and give up. My only option is to restrain my wayward hair in
a ponytail and hope that I look semi presentable.
Kate is my roommate, and she has chosen today of all days to succumb to the flu.
Therefore, she cannot attend the interview she’d arranged to do, with some mega-industrialist
tycoon I’ve never heard of, for the student newspaper. So I have been volunteered. I
have final exams to cram for, one essay to finish, and I’m supposed to be working this afternoon,
but no – today I have to drive a hundred and sixty-five miles to downtown Seattle
in order to meet the enigmatic CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. As an exceptional
entrepreneur and major benefactor of our University, his time is extraordinarily precious
– much more precious than mine – but he has granted Kate an interview. A real coup, she
tells me. Damn her extra-curricular activities.
Kate is huddled on the couch in the living room.
Say fucking nigger faggot
gay retard
and I'm sorry I'm so sorry, sorry, sorry
>>707816414
“Ana, I’m sorry. It took me nine months to get this interview. It will take another
six to reschedule, and we’ll both have graduated by then. As the editor, I can’t blow this
off. Please,” Kate begs me in her rasping, sore throat voice. How does she do it? Even
ill she looks gamine and gorgeous, strawberry blonde hair in place and green eyes bright,
although now red-rimmed and runny. I ignore my pang of unwelcome sympathy.
“Of course I’ll go Kate. You should get back to bed. Would you like some Nyquil or
Tylenol?”
“Nyquil, please. Here are the questions and my mini-disc recorder. Just press record
here. Make notes, I’ll transcribe it all.”
“I know nothing about him,” I murmur, trying and failing to suppress my rising panic.
“The questions will see you through. Go. It’s a long drive. I don’t want you to be late.”
“Okay, I’m going. Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later.” I stare at
her fondly. Only for you, Kate, would I do this.
>>707816611
“I will. Good luck. And thanks Ana – as usual, you’re my lifesaver.”
Gathering my satchel, I smile wryly at her, then head out the door to the car. I cannot
believe I have let Kate talk me into this. But then Kate can talk anyone into anything.
She’ll make an exceptional journalist. She’s articulate, strong, persuasive, argumentative,
beautiful – and she’s my dearest, dearest friend.
The roads are clear as I set off from Vancouver, WA toward Portland and the I-5. It’s early,
and I don’t have to be in Seattle until two this afternoon. Fortunately, Kate’s lent me her
sporty Mercedes CLK. I’m not sure Wanda, my old VW Beetle, would make the journey in
time. Oh, the Merc is a fun drive, and the miles slip away as I floor the pedal to the metal.
My destination is the headquarters of Mr. Grey’s global enterprise. It’s a huge twentystory
office building, all curved glass and steel, an architect’s utilitarian fantasy, with Grey
House written discreetly in steel over the glass front doors. It’s a quarter to two when I
arrive, greatly relieved that I’m not late as I walk into the enormous – and frankly intimidating
– glass, steel, and white sandstone lobby
Once I met a young whore - just thirteen!
So naive, she was new to that scene.
Yes, I was her first trick
And she'd ne'er seen a dick,
So I taught her some things quite obscene!
Once I met a young whore - only twelve!
Still she had a quite nice pair of shelves.
She would warm up your shmok
With a nice titty fuck,
Then her pussy or ass you could delve.
Just eleven-years-old was the whore
That I used on my last trip ashore.
Though she was quite petite
She was serving the fleet -
Sailors came to her bed by the score.
Once I met a young whore - she was ten!
And I paid for her ass many yen.
She was worth the high price
(Even though I got lice)
I would go back and fuck her again!
Once I met a young whore - she was nine!
Many times in her bed I'd recline.
On my shaft she would lick,
Fuck herself on my dick,
With her arms tied behind her with twine.
Once I met a young whore - she was eight!
There was never a hotter jail bait.
And my days in her arms
With my prick in her charms
Were the best times that I can relate.
Once I met a young whore - she was seven!
My limp cock she knew just how to leaven
With her sweet little lips
And her round sexy hips.
When we fucked I thought I'd gone to heaven!
Once I met a young whore - she was six!
I paid well to be one of her tricks.
She knew how to make men
Cum again and again.
She knew just what to do with their pricks!
>>707811061
dude why the fuck am I laughing
Say throw a shrimp on the barby
nyanners ripoff.
>>707816684
Behind the solid sandstone desk, a very attractive, groomed, blonde young woman
smiles pleasantly at me. She’s wearing the sharpest charcoal suit jacket and white shirt I
have ever seen. She looks immaculate.
“I’m here to see Mr. Grey. Anastasia Steele for Katherine Kavanagh.”
“Excuse me one moment, Miss Steele.” She arches her eyebrow slightly as I stand selfconsciously
before her. I am beginning to wish I’d borrowed one of Kate’s formal blazers
rather than wear my navy blue jacket. I have made an effort and worn my one and only
skirt, my sensible brown knee-length boots and a blue sweater. For me, this is smart. I tuck
one of the escaped tendrils of my hair behind my ear as I pretend she doesn’t intimidate me.
“Miss Kavanagh is expected. Please sign in here, Miss Steele. You’ll want the last
elevator on the right, press for the twentieth floor.” She smiles kindly at me, amused no
doubt, as I sign in.
>>707816844
nyanners is a sell out
Say angrily
out of all of the 4 billion sperm cells racing to the end to the egg in order to produce a human life and yet YOU of all people came out, billions of years of evolution and yet we have you, fucking you! Out off all the things that you could've been from the moment you were birthed into this world you chose to be this. Clap Clap anon, fucking Clap Clap
At the far end of town
where the Grickle-grass grows
and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows
and no birds ever sing excepting old crows...
is the Street of the Lifted Lorax.
And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say,
if you look deep enough you can still see, today,
where the Lorax once stood
just as long as it could
before somebody lifted the Lorax away.
What was the Lorax?
And why was it there?
And why was it lifted and taken somewhere
from the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows?
The old Once-ler still lives here.
Ask him. He knows.
You won't see the Once-ler.
Don't knock at his door.
He stays in his Lerkim on top of his store.
He lurks in his Lerkim, cold under the roof,
where he makes his own clothes
out of miff-muffered moof.
And on special dank midnights in August,
he peeks
out of the shutters
and sometimes he speaks
and tells how the Lorax was lifted away.
He'll tell you, perhaps...
if you're willing to pay.
On the end of a rope
he lets down a tin pail
and you have to toss in fifteen cents
and a nail
and the shell of a great-great-greatgrandfather
snail.
Then he pulls up the pail,
makes a most careful count
to see if you've paid him
the proper amount.
>>707817165
Then he hides what you paid him
away in his Snuvv,
his secret strange hole
in his gruvvulous glove.
Then he grunts, "I will call you by Whisper-ma-Phone,
for the secrets I tell you are for your ears alone."
SLUPP!
Down slupps the Whisper-ma-Phone to your ear
and the old Once-ler's whispers are not very clear,
since they have to come down
through a snergelly hose,
and he sounds
as if he had
smallish bees up his nose.
"Now I'll tell you,"he says, with his teeth sounding gray,
"how the Lorax got lifted and taken away...
It all started way back...
such a long, long time back...
Way back in the days when the grass was still green
and the pond was still wet
and the clouds were still clean,
and the song of the Swomee-Swans rang out in space...
one morning, I came to this glorious place.
And I first saw the trees!
The Truffula Trees!
The bright-colored tufts of the Truffula Trees!
Mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze.
And, under the trees, I saw Brown Bar-ba-loots
frisking about in their Bar-ba-loot suits
as they played in the shade and ate Truffula fruits.
From the rippulous pond
came the comfortable sound
of the Humming-Fish humming
while splashing around.
i call this one, the campfire song song.
let’s gather ’round the campfire, and sing our campfire song.
our -c-a-m-p-f-i-r-e- -s-o-n-g- song.
and if you don’t think that we can sing it faster than you’re wrong, but it’ll help if you just sing alooong.
-c-a-m-p-f-i-r-e- -s-o-n-g- song.
-c-a-m-p-f-i-r-e- -s-o-n-g- song,
and if you don’t think that we can sing it faster than you’re wrong,
but it’ll help if you just sing alooong.
-c-a-m-p-f-i-r-e- -s-o-n-g- song
>>707817214
But those trees! Those trees!
Those Truffula Trees!
All my life I'd been searching
for trees such as these.
The touch of their tufts
was much softer than silk.
And they had the sweet smell
of fresh butterfly milk.
I felt a great leaping
of joy in my heart.
I knew just what I'd do!
I unloaded my cart.
In no time at all, I had built a small shop.
Then I chopped down a Truffula Tree with one chop.
And with great skillful skill and with great speedy speed,
I took the soft tuft, and I knitted a Thneed!
The instant I'd finished, I heard a ga-Zump!
I looked.
I saw something pop out of the stump
of the tree I'd chopped down. It was sort of a man.
Describe him?... That's hard. I don't know if I can.
He was shortish. And oldish.
And brownish. And mossy.
And he spoke with a voice
that was sharpish and bossy.
"Mister!" he said with a sawdusty sneeze,
"I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees.
I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues.
And I'm asking you, sir, at the top if my lungs"-
he was very upset as he shouted and puffed-
"What's that THING you've made out of my Truffula tuft?"
"Look, Lorax," I said."There's no cause for alarm.
I chopped just one tree. I am doing no harm.
I'm being quite useful. This thing is a Thneed.
A Thneed's a Fine-Something-That-All-People-Need!
It's a shirt. It's a sock. It's a glove, It's a hat.
But it has other uses. Yes, far beyond that.
You can use it for carpets. For pillows! For sheets!
Or curtains! Or covers for bicycle seats!"
The Lorax said,
"Sir! You are crazy with greed.
There is no one on earth
who would buy that fool Thneed!"
Trump?
Ayy lmao, Meme, Pepe
say OOO EEE OOO AAA AAA ting tang walla walla bing bang, for shits and gigglez
>>707813222
that's a doll dude. That is straight up a doll.
>>707817463
prove it
>>707817346
But the very next minute I proved he was wrong.
For, just at that minute, a chap came along,
and he thought the Thneed I had knitted was great.
He happily bought it for three ninety-eight
I laughed at the Lorax, "You poor stupid guy!
You never can tell what some people will buy."
"I repeat," cried the Lorax,
"I speak for the trees!"
"I'm busy," I told him.
"Shut up, if you please."
I rushed 'cross the room, and in no time at all,
built a radio-phone. I put in a quick call.
I called all my brothers and uncles and aunts
and I said, "Listen here! Here's a wonderful chance
for the whole Once-ler Family to get mighty rich!
Get over here fast! Take the road to North Nitch.
Turn left at Weehawken. Sharp right at South Stitch."
And, in no time at all,
in the factory I built,
the whole Once-ler Family
was working full tilt.
We were all knitting Thneeds
just as busy as bees,
to the sound of the chopping
of Truffula Trees.
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
>>707817705
Then...
Oh! Baby! Oh!
How my business did grow!
Now, chopping one tree
at a time
was too slow.
So I quickly invented my Super-Axe-Hacker
which whacked off four Truffula Trees at one smacker.
We were making Thneeds
four times as fast as before!
And that Lorax?...
He didn't show up any more.
But the next week
he knocked
on my new office door.
He snapped, "I am the Lorax who speaks for the trees
which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please.
But I'm also in charge of the Brown Bar-ba-loots
who played in the shade in their Bar-ba-loot suits
and happily lived, eating Truffula Fruits.
"NOW... thanks to your hacking my trees to the ground,
there's not enought Truffula Fruit to go 'round.
And my poor Bar-ba-loots are all getting the crummies
because they have gas, and no food, in their tummies!
"They loved living here. But I can't let them stay.
They'll have to find food. And I hope that they may.
Good luck, boys," he cried. And he sent them away.
I, the old Once-ler, felt sad
as I watched them all go.
BUT...
business is business!
And business must grow
regardless of crummies in tummies, you know.
>>707817524
There's no way to prove it, but the skin looks...like its...not real skin. It looks like rubber or latex.
>>707818091
>>707818029
then again, I did just glance at it. Didn't really take an extended look.
>>707818132
>>707818197
(laughing/giggling)
S-stop it! Stop tickling...you'll make me pee my pants!
(laughing)
Nooooo, stop damn you...I'm your sister...don't make me piss myself...please...no no no no no no no
(forced laughing, turning into sobbing)
God...I'm peeing myself...oh God, oh God, oh God...(sobbing)...so much piss...let me up...(sobbing)...I hate you...asshole brother...I haven't done that since I was a little girl...I'm soaked...all dirty with pee...and its on the couch too...please let me up...
(light sobs, dying down)
What? You'll make it better? let me up then...ewwww, did you just lick my leg? There was pee on it! That's gross...that's not making it clean...stop licking my legs...eewwww...no, I'm not spreading my legs.
(very soft moans)
You're really going to do this? Lick me clean? This is...dirty...oh gosh...that tickles, don't lick my inner thigh...(soft moaning)...too sensitive...ewww...you can't like licking my piss...that's gross...you're a pervert...a dirty...nasty...NO, NOT my panties, that's right over my pussy don't put your mouth...
>>707817958
I meant no harm. I most truly did not.
But I had to grow bigger.So bigger I got.
I biggered my factory. I biggered my roads.
I biggered my wagons. I biggered the loads
of the Thneeds I shipped out. I was shipping them forth
to the South! To the East! To the West! To the North!
I went right on biggering... selling more Thneeds.
And I biggered my money, which everyone needs.
Then again he came back! I was fixing some pipes
when that old-nuisance Lorax came back with more gripes.
"I am the Lorax," he coughed and he whiffed.
He sneezed and he snuffled. He snarggled. He sniffed.
"Once-ler!" he cried with a cruffulous croak.
"Once-ler! You're making such smogulous smoke!
My poor Swomee-Swans... why, they can't sing a note!
No one can sing who has smog in his throat.
"And so," said the Lorax,
"-please pardon my coughthey
cannot live here.
So I'm sending them off.
"Where will they go?...
I don't hopefully know.
They may have to fly for a month... or a year...
To escape from the smog you've smogged up around here.
How do I get a girlfriend enkidu?
(soft moaning 10sec)
Pervert brother...nasty pervert brother...this isn't making me clean...this is dirty too...very...very dirty...(moans)...so nasty...sucking pee from my panties...please take them off. I'm dirty under them too...lick me clean there too...yessss...make it better with your tongue...
(moaning 10sec)
Yes yes yes...make your dirty little sister clean...oooooo....between my legs, yesss...that feels so good...mmmmm...kiss my legs...get all the piss off them...yess, higher, lick higher...
(moaning 10sec)
You're just teasing me now...lick it! Please lick my pussy...(moaning) no don't kiss right next to it...nonono, lick my pussy...please...I need it...I'm so horny...please...I'll pee again...I'll get all over me...no no no don't tease...I'm doing it...oh god...this is so nasty...move your face you're-
(moaning 5sec)
Drink it...drink my piss big brother...lick my cunt while I pee...oh fuck...it's all over your face...you're wet with my pee...mmmmmmmm...your tongue...hold it...I have a little more...mmmmmmm....you got it all...drank all my pee...you're such a pervert...(moaning)...drinking my piss. Make me clean now, lick my pussy clean like a good big brother. Ooooooooohh yessssss...(moaning)...yess inside too, lick there...(moaning)...I'm going to cum...you made me pee now you're going to make cum...make me cum...make your sister cum....yesssss....right there, suck right there...mmmm...I love you...I love you big brother...make me cum...make me cum...make me-
(long, final orgasm)
>>707818279
"What's more," snapped the Lorax. (His dander was up.)
"Let me say a few words about Gluppity-Glupp.
Your machine chugs on, day and night without stop
making Gluppity-Glupp. Also Schloppity-Schlopp.
And what do you do with this leftover goo?...
I'll show you. You dirty old Once-ler man, you!
"You're glumping the pond where the Humming-Fish hummed!
No more can they hum, for their gills are all gummed.
So I'm sending them off. Oh, their future is dreary.
They'll walk on their fins and get woefully weary
in search of some water that isn't so smeary."
And then I got mad.
I got terribly mad.
I yelled at the Lorax, "Now listen here, Dad!
All you do is yap-yap and say, 'Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad!'
Well, I have my rights, sir, and I'm telling you
I intend to go on doing just what I do!
And, for your information, you Lorax, I'm figgering
On biggering
and BIGGERING
andBIGGERING
and BIGGERING,
turning MORE Truffula Trees into Thneeds
which everyone, EVERYONE, EVERYONE needs!"
And at that very moment, we heard a loud whack!
From outside in the fields came a sickening smack
of an axe on a tree. Then we heard the tree fall.
The very last Truffula Tree of them all!
No more trees. No more Thneeds. No more work to be done.
So, in no time, my uncles and aunts, every one,
all waved me good-bye. They jumped into my cars
and drove away under the smoke-smuggered stars.
Now all that was left 'neath the bad smelling-sky
was my big empty factory...
the Lorax...
and I.
The Lorax said nothing. Just gave me a glance...
just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance...
as he lifted himself by the seat of his pants.
And I'll never forget the grim look on his face
when he heisted himself and took leave of this place,
through a hole in the smog, without leaving a trace.
And all that the Lorax left here in this mess
was a small pile of rocks, with one word...
"UNLESS."
Whatever that meant, well, I just couldn't guess
say Gif, meme, tomato, potato, caramel, escape, ask, february, foliage, jewelry, ku klux klan, alpha, charlie, bravo, nuclear, tact, ca ca, pootie tang, fuck her right in the pussy.
>>707818324
That was long, long ago.
But each day since that day
I've sat here and worried
and worried away.
Through the years, while my buildings
have fallen apart,
I've worried about it
with all of my heart.
"But now," says the Once-ler,
"Now that you're here,
the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear.
UNLESS someone like you
cares a whole awful lot,
nothing is going to get better.
It's not.
"SO...
Catch!" calls the Once-ler.
He lets something fall.
"It's a Truffula Seed.
It's the last one of all!
You're in charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds.
And Truffula Trees are what everyone needs.
Plant a new Truffula.Treat it with care.
Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.
Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack.
Then the Lorax
and all of his friends
may come back."
This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here:
HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate
My satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
Because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying
Over every mistake.
You just keep on trying
Till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are
Still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because
I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data
Make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
For the people who are
Still alive.
Slavery was positively prohibited in all the States included in the Louisiana purchase, by the third article of the treaty of cession—which is in these words:—
Art. 3. “The inhabitants” (that is, all the inhabitants,) “of the ceded territory shall be incorporated in the Union of the United States, and admitted as soon as possible, according to the principles of the federal constitution, to the enjoyment of all the rights, advantages, and immunities of citizens of the United States; and, in the mean time, they shall be maintained and protected in the free enjoyment of their liberty, property, and the religion which they profess.”
The morning is when she lingers. It’s before the world wants anything from her and that’s when she’s most beautiful. It’s true that not many saw her like that but I can’t say I was the only one. Even though we each have our own beginnings, mornings like this were shared between us all.
She used to tell people that it was like the world was drawn with a dull piece of charcoal. That was before me. Now she sees things my way, it makes a little more sense. This is me. If I’m meant for anything, it’s to show her the world. Is that so bad? The quiet morning like the many before it, calm and comfortable, but comfort can terribly blinding. The difference with this particular morning is in a call. She smiles, for who? I can’t see anymore.
She tells me she wants to be a raindrop. She doesn’t mind falling as long as she’s not alone and raindrops are never alone. She always had a new story to tell me: today it’s about being a raindrop. I wish I could’ve been there cause stories aren’t always enough and words can only go so far. This is me. Sometimes I wonder if she’s still talking to me or
If I’m just eavesdropping. It used to be everyday, sometimes for hours, sometimes for minutes. I think relationships are based on communication but her words however sweet and real sounds so distant and now, they float pass me so effortlessly as if they were meant for someone else.
She must know what she does to me; her every touch, every time she holds my hands, every time she hold me close. This is me. If you hold my hand I’ll be yours forever. A simple promise, that’s all I can offer. Is it enough? It may be too late for me, it may be too late.
Anyone can look from a distance. A stranger can look from a distance, what’s so special about that? But, to know her scent is something else. It means we’ve been close, closer than anyone else. I dare say I’m lucky but when she doesn’t want me, when she’s away and it’s just her scent with me, I can only feel forgotten. This is me, left behind. Am I the stranger now?
There are those nights when it’s just two of us and she softly hides in her own thoughts when only one thing seems to melt the cold sense: a kiss. This is me. Ask me what the perfect day tastes like and I’ll say her lips. And she was my first kiss, it has to mean something, something sure and true because a taste of a pure kiss can’t be shared. It’s the dreadfully romantic idea but there can only be one. The question is, am I the only one? I’m afraid the truth will break me, but her kiss is convincing: I’m not her only one.
She said she wanted to be a raindrop and today it finally broke us. She’d found her own to fall with, her own to fall for. Today, she was a raindrop.
endiku can you do any other voices besides loli and if so, can you showcase each of them by saying the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog?
rate me
>>707820164
10/10 will lick your sweaty pizza oiled balls and in between your body rolls.
I am the bone of my sword
Steel is my body and fire is my blood
I have created over a thousand blades
Unknown to Death,
Nor known to Life.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons
Yet, those hands will never hold anything
So as I pray, unlimited blade works.
Russian researchers in the late 1940s kept five people awake for fifteen days using an experimental gas based stimulant. They were kept in a sealed environment to carefully monitor their oxygen intake so the gas didn't kill them, since it was toxic in high concentrations. This was before closed circuit cameras so they had only microphones and five inch thick glass porthole sized windows into the chamber to monitor them. The chamber was stocked with books, cots to sleep on but no bedding, running water and toilet, and enough dried food to last all five for over a month.
The test subjects were political prisoners deemed enemies of the state during World War II.
Everything was fine for the first five days; the subjects hardly complained having been promised (falsely) that they would be freed if they submitted to the test and did not sleep for 30 days. Their conversations and activities were monitored and it was noted that they continued to talk about increasingly traumatic incidents in their past, and the general tone of their conversations took on a darker aspect after the four day mark.
sleepy loli noises zzzz
You're my honeybunch, sugar plum
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin
You're my sweetie pie
You're my cuppycake, gumdrop
Snoogums, boogums, you're
The apple of my eye
And I love you so
And I want you to know
That I'm always be right here
And I want to sing
Sweet songs to you
Because you are so dear...
kosovo je serbia
Hello, ma baby, hello, ma honey
Hello, ma ragtime gal
Send me a kiss by wire
Baby, my hearts on fire
If you refuse me
Honey, you lose me
Then you'll be left alone, oh baby
Telephone and tell me I'se your own
Damn girl your gettin me down here.. everything went all sad and dark and shit.
>>707820973
I'se got a little baby, but she's out of sight
I talk to her across the telephone
I'se never seen my honey, but she's mine all right
So, take my tip an' leave this gal alone
Ev'ry single morning you will hear me yell
"Hey, Central, fix me up along the line"
He connects me with ma honey, then I rings the bell
And this is what I say to baby mine
Hello, ma baby, hello, ma honey
Hello, ma ragtime gal
Send me a kiss by wire
Baby, my hearts on fire
If you refuse me
Honey, you lose me
Then you'll be left alone, oh baby
Telephone and tell me I'se your own
This morning through the telephone
She said her name was Bess
And now I kind of know where I am at
I'se satisfied because I've got my babe's address
Here pasted in the lining of my hat
I am mighty scared, 'cause if the wires get crossed
'Twill seperate me from my baby mine
Then some other coon will win her and my game is lost
And so each day I shout along the line
Hello, ma baby, hello, ma honey
Hello, ma ragtime gal
Send me a kiss by wire
Baby, my hearts on fire
If you refuse me
Honey, you lose me
Then you'll be left alone, oh baby
Telephone and tell me I'se your own
I'm never gonna let this thread die, muahahaha
[01.01] Warfare is important to a nation. It is a matter of life and death. It is the way to survival or to destruction. So study it.
>>707821295
[01.02] Study the five factors of warfare: Way, Heaven, Ground, General, and Law. Calculate your strength in each and compare them to your enemy's strengths.
let the bodies hit the floor let the bodies hit the floor and banana banana banana, terracotta pie
>>707809359
Donald Trump will save America, please vote in November. Te-He.
>>707821364
[01.03] The 'Way' is the strong bond your people have with you. Whether they face certain death or hope to come out alive, they never worry about danger or betrayal.
>>707821629
[01.04] 'Heaven' is dark and light, cold and hot, and the seasonal constraints. 'Ground' is high and low, far and near, obstructed and easy, wide and narrow, and dangerous and safe.
>>707821664
[01.05] 'General' is wise, trustworthy, benevolent, brave, and disciplined.
Hear Ya daft cheeky queer looking cunt ive been walk in theese woods mark my word and iv never come a cross such a cheeky bastard like yourself dont get to fucking close mind
>>707821709
[01.06] 'Law' is organization, the chain of command, logistics, and the control of expenses.
>>707821781
[01.07] Every general has heard of these five factors [Way, Heaven, Ground, General, Law]. One who heeds them will be victorious; one who does not heed them will not be victorious
>>707821807
[01.08] Therefore, calculate and compare your levels of strength in them [Way, Heaven, Ground, General, Law] to your enemy's, and determine whether you are superior.
Dose anyone have the copypasta about how they kidnap a guy with 80 rock record
u are 1 ****ing cheeky kunt mate i swear i am goin 2 wreck u i swear on my mums life and i no u are scared lil bitch gettin your mates to send me messages saying dont meet up coz u r sum big bastard with muscles lol ****in sad mate really sad jus shows what a scared lil gay boy u are and whats all this crap ur mates sendin me about sum bodybuildin website that 1 of your faverite places to look at men u lil ****in gay boy fone me if u got da balls cheeky prick see if u can step up lil queer.
>>707821845
[01.09] Ask: Which ruler has the Way; which general has the ability; which has advantage in Heaven and Ground; which implemented Law; which army is resilient; which officers and soldiers are trained; which rewards and punishes clearly. By asking these types of questions, I know who will win and who will lose.
>>707821879
[01.10] A general who listens to my principles, and applies them, will surely be victorious; keep him. A general who does not listen to my principles, and does not apply them, will surely be defeated; remove him.
>>707821937
[01.11] Look for advantages when applying my principles and you will gather sufficient force to take on unforeseen situations.
>>707821971
[01.12] Force is tilting the balance of power to your side by gathering advantages.
>>707821991
[01.13] Warfare is the Way of deception.
cheeki
>>707822029
[01.14] Therefore, if able, appear unable; if active, appear inactive; if near, appear far; if far, appear near.
Make sex noises while spankong yourself.
>>707822073
[01.15] If your enemies have advantage, bait them; if they are confused, capture them; if they are numerous, prepare for them; if they are strong, avoid them; if they are angry, disturb them; if they are humble, make them haughty; if they are relaxed, toil them; if they are united, separate them.
>>707822098
[01.16] Attack where your enemies are not prepared; go to where they do not expect.
>>707809359
Loli is love, loli is life.
>>707822141
[01.17] This strategy leads to victory in warfare, so do not let the enemy see it.
1 v 1 me mate, I'll fuckin wreck you, I swear on me mum. Go fuck ur self. you little nigger faggot. I'll fuckin 360 no scope ur balls to infinite and beyond.
>>707822177
[01.18] Before doing battle, one calculates in the temple and will win, because many calculations were made; before doing battle, one calculates in the temple but will lose, because few calculations were made.
>>707822218
[01.19] Many calculations mean victory; few calculations mean no victory; then how much worse when there are no calculations? From this perspective I can clearly predict victory or defeat.
>>707809359
Walk without rhythm and you won't attract the worm.
I enjoyed you, thank you.
