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The trick is to stay above the legs so you don't get kicked. And with your girlfriend instead of grabbing her tail grab her hair of course.

unless he's into that shit...

...somehow i can see gulliver being into being beaten by his woman...

[gulliver]

The trick is to stay above the legs so you don't get kicked. And with your girlfriend instead of grabbing her tail grab her hair of course.

unless he's into that shit...

...somehow i can see gulliver being into being beaten by his woman...

Your right, but only when she's using a massive black dildo.

[Seriously]

Are we talking about Christmas trees now?

There was one of those in my yard when I was a kid, an actual Fraser Fir (I think it was that sort, something that tolerated sandy soil anyways), actually planted in the ground as is the custom of trees. One of my grandparents got the idea to actually plant the damn thing, such that they wouldn't have to throw one out used condomesque every January and it could actually live and grow. By the time I came into life it was humorgeous and pretty and a unique tree for where we lived.



It is gone now, cut down by the electric company so it would stop harrassing the powerlines strung about the yard.




There's like,


a metaphor there or something, man

dude

[Facetiously]

The Christmas tree that defined my childhood was artificial. And completely white (okay, I admit it - I'm not ignoring Seriously's posts).

My dad would go into the woods and chop down a live tree every year, dragging the sad, soon-to-be dead thing into the living room where it would drop needles all over the floor as it waited to be dragged out to the curb. The white tree wasn't in my house. It was in my grandmother's, where we would gather with all my uncles, aunts and cousins every Christmas.

It was retired when I was in my teens, and just like the many trees my dad dragged into our living room, it also found itself sitting at the curb to be hauled away and forgotten.

Well, not completely forgotten.




Oh, and Eamon is a tool. I am ignoring his posts and will continue to do so.

[eamon angelface]

Are we talking about Christmas trees now?

There was one of those in my yard when I was a kid, an actual Fraser Fir (I think it was that sort, something that tolerated sandy soil anyways), actually planted in the ground as is the custom of trees. One of my grandparents got the idea to actually plant the damn thing, such that they wouldn't have to throw one out used condomesque every January and it could actually live and grow. By the time I came into life it was humorgeous and pretty and a unique tree for where we lived.



It is gone now, cut down by the electric company so it would stop harrassing the powerlines strung about the yard.




There's like,


a metaphor there or something, man

dude

Um..ya...apparently you grew up under power lines.

blahblahblahboring
Oh, and Eamon is a tool. I am ignoring his posts and will continue to do so.

Fantastic. Feel free to shut the fuck up all together. I got bored of making fun of you a long time ago. Nobody is proud of a home run when the pitch was thrown by a fat fucking douchebag like yourself.

[Seriously]

Um..ya...apparently you grew up under power lines.

Yes!





When it was very still at night I could hear their hum through my bedroom window.

I like to throw tidbits like that out every so often, you guys seem to enjoy them.


Also: I was conceived when my mother was ostensibly past her child-bearing years. The doctors advised her not to keep me as the chances were quite good that I'd come out like unto a pile of low-bids.

Also: I was basically raised by a dog for the first four years of my life.

Also: I had to be retaught how to speak in Kindergarten (they originally thought I was mentally deficient but realized I just had really bad speech impediments!).