Proto said for me to relay a message for Sandals as direct contact with an insignificant scumbag like you makes him feel like he has contracted hepatitis...he will gladly bang your wife for you as the drugs you are on have made you terminally impotent and flacid...and he wont charge you a dime...arrangements can be made...you seem like a prime candidate to be a cuckhold that may find some pleasure watching this unfold sitting in a chair in your own bedroom...a copy of the video can be furnished so she can pleasure herself while you walk around in a dazed semi-coma placing 20 dollar bets...
Quote Originally Posted by michaelpaul1:
Proto said for me to relay a message for Sandals as direct contact with an insignificant scumbag like you makes him feel like he has contracted hepatitis...he will gladly bang your wife for you as the drugs you are on have made you terminally impotent and flacid...and he wont charge you a dime...arrangements can be made...you seem like a prime candidate to be a cuckhold that may find some pleasure watching this unfold sitting in a chair in your own bedroom...a copy of the video can be furnished so she can pleasure herself while you walk around in a dazed semi-coma placing 20 dollar bets...
Labeled town idiot. What more is there in life? When the town you live in gives the go ahead for every citizen to arrest you for sneezing in public, you know you have hit rock bottom.
Short story short, my neighbor caught me smoking a cigar on my porch. The neighbor with the chip on his shoulders. He also said I was using my binoculars to look at his naked 18 year old daughter. Why the fuk would I want to do that? I AM NO PERVERT! Truth is that I was using my binoculars to look for Ricardo's son in the trees. The tree happened to be right by the window where his daughter undresses every day at the same time. I am no peeping tom!
Short story short, he performed a "town idiot citizens arrest" on me and sent me to the looney house. I tried to run but another citizen saw me running and hollered "stop lunatic!". By order of our fine mayor, when an upstanding citizen hollers "stop lunatic!", I have to stop in my tracks or else its mandatory 10 years in state prison. So I stopped and was attacked by 12 "upstanding citizens". This is another term the mayor came up with to describe any citizen of our town who is not me.
So I got out and went to the local grocery store to buy biscuits. Oh how I yearned for biscuits while in the looney house. Anyway, while I was in the fine store, a tender ronay approached me and told me she was turned on by my label of town idiot. I was not sure whether she was trying to set me up or not, so at first I was shy. Then after about a minute or 2, she simply grabbed my pecker. Stunned, astounded, and aroused, I lost control of urges and mounted.
An "upstanding citizen" saw me and what was going on. Every upstanding citizen now has the sheriff on speed dial to tell him what I am doing, and ask if it qualifies for a citizens arrest of the town lunatic. A UFC fighter happened to be the one calling him. Apparently the sheriff was so disgusted, he told the UFC fighter that he could use all his techniques to hurt me as much as he could.
So first he got me off the ronay, put me in a rear naked choke hold, and rendered me unconscious. Then he preceded to break every bone in my body. He got about half way finished when the observing crowd started feeling a little bit sorry for me. I was not unconscious anymore you see, and yelping like a hound dog. Anyway, the crowd started chanting "have mercy on the lunatic, have mercy on the lunatic". I was so touched by this I have not stopped crying yet. My bones are broken, but there are some kind people in my town. That thought alone makes me well up, then break down.
I truly do live in a fine city. Being the town idiot here is better than being a king in another country. This is what I tell myself anyway. This thought keeps me going. Well, truthfully, it gives me a reason to move from bed to couch in the morning.
Hard To Say I'm Sorry
Forgive me boys I am crying a river right now.
Labeled town idiot. What more is there in life? When the town you live in gives the go ahead for every citizen to arrest you for sneezing in public, you know you have hit rock bottom.
Short story short, my neighbor caught me smoking a cigar on my porch. The neighbor with the chip on his shoulders. He also said I was using my binoculars to look at his naked 18 year old daughter. Why the fuk would I want to do that? I AM NO PERVERT! Truth is that I was using my binoculars to look for Ricardo's son in the trees. The tree happened to be right by the window where his daughter undresses every day at the same time. I am no peeping tom!
Short story short, he performed a "town idiot citizens arrest" on me and sent me to the looney house. I tried to run but another citizen saw me running and hollered "stop lunatic!". By order of our fine mayor, when an upstanding citizen hollers "stop lunatic!", I have to stop in my tracks or else its mandatory 10 years in state prison. So I stopped and was attacked by 12 "upstanding citizens". This is another term the mayor came up with to describe any citizen of our town who is not me.
So I got out and went to the local grocery store to buy biscuits. Oh how I yearned for biscuits while in the looney house. Anyway, while I was in the fine store, a tender ronay approached me and told me she was turned on by my label of town idiot. I was not sure whether she was trying to set me up or not, so at first I was shy. Then after about a minute or 2, she simply grabbed my pecker. Stunned, astounded, and aroused, I lost control of urges and mounted.
An "upstanding citizen" saw me and what was going on. Every upstanding citizen now has the sheriff on speed dial to tell him what I am doing, and ask if it qualifies for a citizens arrest of the town lunatic. A UFC fighter happened to be the one calling him. Apparently the sheriff was so disgusted, he told the UFC fighter that he could use all his techniques to hurt me as much as he could.
So first he got me off the ronay, put me in a rear naked choke hold, and rendered me unconscious. Then he preceded to break every bone in my body. He got about half way finished when the observing crowd started feeling a little bit sorry for me. I was not unconscious anymore you see, and yelping like a hound dog. Anyway, the crowd started chanting "have mercy on the lunatic, have mercy on the lunatic". I was so touched by this I have not stopped crying yet. My bones are broken, but there are some kind people in my town. That thought alone makes me well up, then break down.
I truly do live in a fine city. Being the town idiot here is better than being a king in another country. This is what I tell myself anyway. This thought keeps me going. Well, truthfully, it gives me a reason to move from bed to couch in the morning.
I just feel sorry for myself tonight. Is this ok? For a man to soften up and let emotions out? Sandals is very mean to me and it makes me weep. Sometimes I holler at the computer screen. Then I break down.
I just feel sorry for myself tonight. Is this ok? For a man to soften up and let emotions out? Sandals is very mean to me and it makes me weep. Sometimes I holler at the computer screen. Then I break down.
PROTO...YOU ARE ONE THAT IS WORTH SOMETHING HERE UNLIKE SOME OTHERS THAT THINK THEY ARE...BY THE WAY...SANDALS SET FIRE TO HIS APARTMENT WITH EVERYONE INSIDE BUT FORGOT HIS KEYS...HE RAN IN TO GET THEM AND THE GAS STOVE EXPLODED CUTTING HALF HIS HEAD OFF... HE ACTUALLY MANAGED TO WALK A FEW STEPS WITH ALL THE DRUGS IN HIM BEFORE COLLAPSING IN A HEAP OF SHIT...
PROTO...YOU ARE ONE THAT IS WORTH SOMETHING HERE UNLIKE SOME OTHERS THAT THINK THEY ARE...BY THE WAY...SANDALS SET FIRE TO HIS APARTMENT WITH EVERYONE INSIDE BUT FORGOT HIS KEYS...HE RAN IN TO GET THEM AND THE GAS STOVE EXPLODED CUTTING HALF HIS HEAD OFF... HE ACTUALLY MANAGED TO WALK A FEW STEPS WITH ALL THE DRUGS IN HIM BEFORE COLLAPSING IN A HEAP OF SHIT...
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