YOU retard cunt, do you think I care about an apostrophe while consuming mass quantities and kicking ass on Pokerstars every fucking day? That's right n-word, 100k north of you and we can do as we fucking please. Shit-cunt take another nap because no one cares about your, yes your faggotry.
I've already won $5.87 tonight so put that in your pipe and smoke it........hahahahahahahahaahhahahahahahaha
YOU ARE ON THE SAME LEVEL AS MUCK FICON AND DEAL TOTAL JERKOFF RETARDS
tHEY WERE SWIMMING AROUND THE BOAT MY GOD
I was the kid that poked holes in the plastic packaging of paper towels and toilet paper. I was the kid that picked up just about everything in the grocery store. I'd squeeze the loaves of bread. Press my face against the beer six-packs.
But the one section I always avoided during these tactile excursions was the meats. The asceptic cellophane and styrofoam packaging, the deep red color of the meats, the intercellular fluid that was apt to leak onto your hands and make them sticky. It didn't excite me at all.
Around the time I entered adolescence, I learned about menstruation. I just assumed that men got used to and even enjoyed when their girlfriends and wives had blood gushing from their genitalia. Maybe sexual attraction and arousal were acquired tastes. Tastes like you might form for coffee or beer.
And, so, I was determined to teach myself to enjoy my imagined future lover's monthly exsanguination. I started visiting the meat section.
Meat is surprisingly sexual. The pornographic red color of so much of it. The flesh that exists for your pleasure. Chicken breasts and thighs can be fondled without repercussion. Pork chops appeared much like I imagined meaty pussy lips might. Even thick-sliced ham's texture reminded me of how I imagined the inside of a vagina might feel. Slightly uneven, a bit smooth, but still rough enough to provide pleasurable rubbing friction.
I fingered the meats through their condom-like plastic protective coverings. Whole chickens with their interior cavities hollowed out, ready for stuffing. Spread eagle, gaping wide. You can't get much more sexual than that.
Packages of ground beef. The soft-textured yet viscerally red flesh play-dough. I poked holes in the packaging and fingered the horrid mix. I stuck my whole hand in a bulk package of ground beef. And I found myself extremely aroused.
I started using my spare cash to buy near-expiration packages of meat. If no one else was going to love them, I would.
Just about any of the meat products could easily be fashioned into a surrogate vagina or orifice of choice. But my favorites were the ground meats. You could mold them into anything. The first time I fucked a mound of 80/20 ground chuck, I experienced near sensory overload. The obscenely crimson color of the meat, the soft, pliable texture, the sound it made as I gently fucked a hole into it. The wonderful sound of flesh suctioning around my dick. And I owned it. This flesh was mine to abuse and use as I saw fit.
The best part about fucking a mound of ground beef is you can blow a load right into it, mix it back with the rest of the package, and no one's the wiser. Tacos for dinner, hamburgers for lunch.
Alas, my sexual adventure ended when I got an infection. And I learned that most men aren't all that interested in fucking girls when they are menstruating. But my experiment wasn't for naught. I still get a little hard when I drive by a Burger King and smell the beef cooking.
gotta love 40apeSHIP lives north in Seattle, which is in Washington
I don't know what is more faggot. 408 being a faggot or handicapme whining like a faggot.
Here is my statement on the matter:
1) Mike, this is a matter of $50. At least jsearles can probably legitimately say that $500 is a lot of money for him, and that paying vegas1369 will have a big impact on his finances. This isn't an excuse, but at least I can understand why a guy who is relatively broke is avoiding a $500 debt that he has talked himself into believing he doesn't owe. But Mike, this is $50. Seriously. Anyone can come up with that, especially over this long period of time. WTF? Can you just get this overwith already? Everyone agrees you owe it.
2) I agree that Mike should not be making posts bragging about things that cost money (or expressing plans to do semi-expensive things in the future), while ignoring the $50 issue. That is rubbing everyone's nose in the $50 situation, even if it's not intentional. Please stop making such posts until you pay the $50.
3) Mike, if you want to make sure the $50 actually makes it to vegas1369, send it to me and I will forward it to him.
4) I am not banning or restricting Mike at this time, but will consider doing so if he continues making "lobster tail" threads or posts discussing plans for expensive fishing trips.
I agree Mike should ship da chips a.s.a.p. but I really hate this thread in part because of it's title.
Do you really think Mike paid for lobster out of his own pocket? Not a chance. Ma and Pa Senility "shelled" out for it. You don't make the big jump from cake mix to lobster in just a few months.
YOU WANT THE $50 DOLLA BACK!!!!!!!!
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