THE BULL

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Gravel Pit wrote:

Heres one for ya. Keep scrawling the English Labyrinth MATEY!

Trapped in my head, Im strapped to a bed.Unarmed paraplegics go skeet-skeet in the sheets
Now there’s a good friend, help me ice my hen.Please give me a treat, Ive no arms to beat my meat.
Feeling nothing from the waste down so an airstream of goo is as much a surprise to me, as it is to you!So hammerjack my crack and split a Christmas ham up the middle with coagulated jam.
Praise be, Yule time charity, dont stop til you bust my cherry.Tickle the uncontrolled nerve that expels clouds of flatulence.
Okay, thats about enough of that. LOL
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Ha ha!

Keep stuffing the in-laws for Thanks Giving matey!

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Apart from throwing it in the bin(or trash-can for you goons)…… I’ve got one in the pipeline called, “Whatever happened to that sperm-drop”

You piece of fukkin’ schit…..you ask me twice if there’s a topic I want you to write about, then you treat me like this when I try to give you a topic.How about this for a topic for you to write about? Creepy, freakish, bald, British, bi-sexual, ginger fukk wads…….but then, you write about yourself all the time, don’t you…….. Go chew on your scrotum, you unwashed, schit-ass motherfukker.

I assume you smoke you’re cigars in a rocking chair…..

Sometimes………Most of the time it’s in a folding camping chair on the back deck or out in the yard by the fire.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Apart from throwing it in the bin(or trash-can for you goons)…… I’ve got one in the pipeline called, “Whatever happened to that sperm-drop”

You piece of fukkin’ schit…..you ask me twice if there’s a topic I want you to write about, then you treat me like this when I try to give you a topic.How about this for a topic for you to write about? Creepy, freakish, bald, British, bi-sexual, ginger fukk wads…….but then, you write about yourself all the time, don’t you…….. Go chew on your scrotum, you unwashed, schit-ass motherfukker.

I assume you smoke you’re cigars in a rocking chair…..

Sometimes………Most of the time it’s in a folding camping chair on the back deck or out in the yard by the fire.

Well, be careful you don’t melt that face by the fire you ugly old f*ck.

A poem about Halloween is a coming in a few nano’s

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Apart from throwing it in the bin(or trash-can for you goons)…… I’ve got one in the pipeline called, “Whatever happened to that sperm-drop”

You piece of fukkin’ schit…..you ask me twice if there’s a topic I want you to write about, then you treat me like this when I try to give you a topic.How about this for a topic for you to write about? Creepy, freakish, bald, British, bi-sexual, ginger fukk wads…….but then, you write about yourself all the time, don’t you…….. Go chew on your scrotum, you unwashed, schit-ass motherfukker.

I assume you smoke you’re cigars in a rocking chair…..

Sometimes………Most of the time it’s in a folding camping chair on the back deck or out in the yard by the fire.

Well, be careful you don’t melt that face by the fire you ugly old f*ck.
A poem about Halloween is a coming in a few nano’s

I may give you my address just so when you come to visit, I can hold your face down in the fire and listen to you scream, you stupid freakish bastard.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

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