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| Sep 12th, 2008 08:34 PM | |
| Tadao | May like 10 Kudos, but 50? |
| Sep 12th, 2008 07:44 PM | |
| Evil Robot |
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| Sep 11th, 2008 11:05 PM | |
| Shyandquietguy |
Kudos, McClain, kudos.  The pillow is my favorite. |
| Sep 7th, 2008 10:29 AM | |
| AChimp |
Kick ass poems 
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| Sep 4th, 2008 04:31 PM | |
| Tadao |
I have to wait till my dog stops looking at me 
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| Sep 4th, 2008 04:18 PM | |
| McClain | Yeah but are you jacking off? |
| Sep 4th, 2008 01:28 PM | |
| Tadao | That was awesome. |
| Sep 4th, 2008 11:37 AM | |
| McClain |
The picnic was going well. Knuckles then grabbed Sonic by the spines and bent him over the wheel well in the bed of their 95' Isuzu Pickup. Sonic told Knuckles that he wanted to reenact Brokeback Mountain. Sonic had to grunt the request through a twisted jaw because Knuckles was using his forearm to mash Sonic's face against the inside of the truck. "I'll be Jake Gyllenhaal and you get to be that dead guy, but you have to rail me like a dead guy would," said Sonic. "No silly! Dead guys don't wear latex!" Knuckles ran his knuckles up to Sonic's hedge. Then he hogged his pink-thing in Sonic's exhaust like a hot taquito in a bowl of refried beans. Which is exactly what they were going to be having for lunch at the picnic. Sonic sqealed in misery as Knuckles strangled him with his tail and punched him in the back of the neck. And rode him like a lolcat on a monorail. And stuff. How am I doing? |
| Sep 3rd, 2008 04:58 PM | |
| Chojin |
I am sorry that people don't care about these lovely threads, McClain. Maybe if you included more erotic Sonic the Hedgehog fanfiction? |
| Sep 3rd, 2008 11:28 AM | |
| McClain | He's mad because I hate Jews. |
| Aug 30th, 2008 02:24 AM | |
| wobzire | You sure showed him! |
| Aug 30th, 2008 12:45 AM | |
| Evil Robot | Fag. |
| Aug 29th, 2008 01:26 PM | |
| McClain |
Poems from (otherwise) Inanimate Objects Your Pillow Says Hai Thar If a pillow learned a thousand words from all the heads it held I hope it learned to say one phrase "Your hair's the worst I've smelled!" It Ain't Easy Being Towel I've held on tight to lots of things. Stink and Dead skin make me scream. But worst of all is when the snot wipes off your nose and on my spot. Then to-morrow morn it's a dried yellow stranger Like a broken Triscuit; jagged, spiked with danger. When drying your face you must be careful - A dried booger in your eye would be dreadful! A much fair fate would be the case of a stranger's curly pube as you blot your face. "But wait, my hair ain't black!" you cry. With a pube on your tooth and snotspike in your eye. "This has to be the worst shower ever!" But don't blame it on me. Towels aren't vengeful. Ever. 'Cept for the times you use us wrong Like wiping up vomit or wrapping a bloody thong. But apart from that we're rather forgiving. How would you like soak funk for a living? Frozen Grocery Cornish Hen Can Dream, Too! I do a lot when the lights go off like pretend I'm Fred Astaire But it's hard to dance with cause and grace while my wings are tied with care. One time I tried to mimic birth So I squeezed myself between two pieces of raw thaw Steakumz, I know it sounds obscene. But when I berthed I came out clean across the grocer tile. I shot out 15 feet away in a pool of umbilical bile. It wasn't really afterbirth, but a mess of rotten beets. Oh, and I also used a can of beans and gelatinous pig feet. Bon Appetit! |
