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Feb 7th, 2004 03:41 PM | |
Spectre X | I know. I just felt like starting now, because else I'm gonna forget about it. |
Feb 7th, 2004 03:39 PM | |
FartinMowler | No rush. Not due until next Saturday... |
Feb 7th, 2004 03:37 PM | |
Spectre X | I'm busy with my story right now. I'll make a special thread for it when I'm done later tonight. |
Feb 7th, 2004 03:32 PM | |
FartinMowler |
That's fine. If anybody else reads this they are welcome to participate and for a prize you get absolutely nothing. |
Feb 7th, 2004 03:28 PM | |
Spectre X |
Let's make it a maximum of 700 or something, I can't stand word counts of under 700 or so. ![]() |
Feb 7th, 2004 03:27 PM | |
FartinMowler | 500? I dunno, I usually don't count how many I write. |
Feb 7th, 2004 03:17 PM | |
Spectre X |
Only 250? What the fucking hell is up with that microscopic amount. ![]() |
Feb 7th, 2004 03:12 PM | |
FartinMowler | You have until next Saturday. Maximum of 250 words. Oh and your avatar is a red X :/ |
Feb 7th, 2004 03:08 PM | |
Spectre X |
A superhero fighting crime in the stupidest ways. i.e. continually making the wrong decisions. ![]() |
Feb 7th, 2004 03:03 PM | |
FartinMowler |
reviewed by Daveyjoneslocker and hey Jeff your buddy ![]() I challenge you to a writing contest. you pick the subject and I pick the impartial reviewer. |
Feb 7th, 2004 02:21 PM | |
Spectre X |
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Feb 7th, 2004 08:57 AM | |
FartinMowler |
I would never call someone ugly ![]() |
Feb 7th, 2004 04:03 AM | |
Spectre X |
I don't fucking care. ![]() ![]() |
Feb 6th, 2004 05:09 PM | |
FartinMowler |
I still have that picture of you around here somewhere... ![]() |
Feb 6th, 2004 01:42 PM | |
Spectre X |
Señor Salsa wannabe. ![]() |
Feb 5th, 2004 08:52 AM | |
glowbelly | that bullet proof kennedy story must have been pretty bad. |
Feb 4th, 2004 09:02 AM | |
FartinMowler |
Mr. Fuzzy This was inspired after reading a Bullet proof kennedy story. Mr.Fuzzy One day I went to a park and sat at a bench to eat my lunch. I noticed a squirrel that had been watching me had started his way down the tree towards me. The little fuzzy squirrel hopped in a funny squirrel hop onto my lap, I had never had a squirrel on my lap and it felt kinda funny, I couldn't help but get aroused. I named my new friend Mr. Fuzzy. It was a sunny day with the birds chipping, my penis fully exposed and my new buddy Mr. Fuzzy on my lap. Mr.Fuzzy made some funny squirrel squeeks and chirps and it almost looked like a smile was on Mr.Fuzzy's face when took a big bite out of my penis. I don't remember screaming but I remember looking down at Mr. Fuzzies tiny claw hands moving at a blinding rate scraping and clawing at my now bleeding and bloody stump penis. I've always been a nature lover and having to grab my new friend Mr.Fuzzy and having to twist and pop his head off was distressing and kinda arousing. I'm not allowed to go to the park anymore |