Discussion in 'Waffle' started by Catsel, Sep 29, 2014.
yea bro. im there. where are you?
russla is here look
im on my way bro, you best be ready for spaghetti when i show, its macaroni time bro, you know this bro.
is what i wouldve liked to say, except i dont quite know where you are or what it was we were supposed to be doing. youre not in town, are you? no that doesnt make sense, why would you show up on a monday.
im not sure where i am.
never mind all that, are you on remand? did they find the truck?
i didn't do shit
was some pikeys maybe
sure. yeah, me neither. never did nothing to nobody. im starting to think the opiates are robbing me of my sex drive, because i had a birthday party at my house this weekend and there was this one girl who was so out of it you have no idea, but i couldnt bring myself to close the deal, in fact, she disgusted me. little french thing, with her stockings completely ripped, dancing around in my room, talking incoherent bullshit. whereas me, i had a suit on, white hilfiger shirt, drinking cuba libre, wondering what in the fuck this girl thinks shes doing, all drugged up and out of her fking mind in my quarters. tell you the truth it was pissing me off. so i made her leave and continued to speak to some 50+ year old people there, that were drinking whiskey neat and smoking constantly. much more interesting.
point is, few years ago, chances are i wouldve taken advantage of the poor girls condition. and with the evidence staring me in the face (that i didnt) i have to wonder whats happened to me.
Its just your tolerance to idiocy and annoyance being heightened due to your rapidly accumulating years in age and weight.
Don't worry it has nothing to do with your moral compass, you're still a dangerous deviant and massive nob/queer.
In fact, there is a phrase all the cool cats are using for the above, i believe its called:
Sounds boring and for ethnic minorities n such.
But we all get there at some point, you just have to do something hideously stupid once a year to the people who love you most to make them hate your entire existance, makes you feel alive, but also reminds you of why you opted for growing up in the first place.
Me = The King.
i appreciate that andrew, i really do.
so, this is growing it up, is it? well. its... its pretty bland, isnt it. its like... it doesnt hurt, and it doesnt really have any discernable color, but then again it isnt very pleasurable either, and smells quite strongly of skin cream. its like enya did a song with only one tone, but it goes in forever. its like bruce willis played benjamin button and the reason hes getting bald and smaller with age, is that hes actually turning into an infant.
to redeem myself, i plan on claiming prima nocte, and shall verily raid the local tourist trap discoteques. redlight irish bar, here i come. if it ends with me taking a taxi, eating pizza, and jerking off, i will take up self harm, in the form of smoking speedball.
you = almost the king, however, alas almost = trying something.
x, the aging king.
Was i really there tho..? Nah bruv
look at u man
did you see the full pic?
also you = heart face
are u naked? b2b bone penis?
what about at this current juncture, is naked and offering mortal sin of carnal knowledge along with sweet fruits, sugared tea and intoxicating hasish
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you didn't pm you liar!
the disappointment when i read ud pmed only to find no pm.
shh it's tha vid, it's uploading outta my brostep 808 whore wankhole, well said
we'll talk over there
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