Discussion in 'Waffle' started by EWOKS, Jul 15, 2015.
Need a new Fred for this years purchases..
Ok at first sight i dont like this pic,so ugly you konw,I wish you will purchase your new shoes soon
I was going to go for these first........
seriously doe i love a skytop
can't make my mind up between:
I went all Costa del Sol with those
that there is bone on sight, love a moonboot, love even more the furry rave boot. ON A HOT PIECE OF TAIL MY BREDRIN YEEEEEEEEEEEaaaaaaaaaahhh... hrm. ok.
ok ok so chek this out ok, yesterday, im stood talking to the cleaning ladies, who are actually around 27 and quite fit, and thick as utter cotton bales and otter dams, but ok, im stood there, putting my mack down, making them giggle, showing them pictures of my lands, swinging my dick, and intermittently but ever so casually mentioning that i wihtout exception or fail cut them into pieces and store in little hand bags, that i would eventually incinerate, which also made them giggle (starting to think they dont actually understand english, just speak it?) and on the note of that joke, i say "ok im gonna go" so you know those big concrete flowerpots? like a meter across kind of thing?
when i haul ass i haul ass and what makes it even more depleted uranium chainsaw machinegun rad is that i dont look before storming off, i dont even turn, in mid-speech, i do a slow frontside 180 push off with the might of a thousand michael phelps (skateboard habit) BUT LO AND BEHOLD, RIGHT INFRONT OF MY DAMN LEG, like leaning into my calf is this damn enormous cement flower pot, and whereas anybody normal wouldve just banged their leg, went "ow, fgrejkiow$##$", i fking FLY OVER the whole thing, soil and flowers flying every which a way with me, my laptop bag and my phone also very much airborne, and i slam on the otherside, and as i land i realize
a) i could judo fall-roll this and actually be on my feet pretty instantly and
b) whats the fucking point, i just did a full standing still to 100 kmph wipe out, at the office, infront of the girls in mid mack, and a graceful landing is the least of my worries at this point,
so i decide to stay down, and have them run up, laughing their heads off, brushing me off, gathing my stuff, with my face blazing red, and my pride so very very hurt. i then say, ok, now im really leaving, and hobble off. much more hobble this time than breeze.
the only reason i didnt kill myself is that its the cleaning ladies and menial workers are of no consequence to the aristocracy anyway, and, also, it was slapstick kind of funny, and thirdly, i do that shit all the time. seriously.
What about some Adidas Porker @Catsel?
make sure you don't do that shit in the slammer, you will lose respect, and we all know what that means ....
all too well buddy. all too well. respect is well fucking weapon
just wanted to say "weapon" about something. my pride is on the mend from yesterdays ragdoll, but i know if the girls catch me today, or any other day of any other year, i will be reminded about it. they most probably will be gigglign about it during intercourse. not when they find out the intercourse has herpes, gout, and aids. and most of all is a rocket launcher pointed at their asshole parents.
id pork her
b2b chucks kicks
Pedo sandles; do want.
laptop bags are turbofag.
not, in any way, depleted uranium chainsaw machinegun rad.
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