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Copypasta/Archive 1 <Copypasta Contents 1 Archive 1 2 DICTATORSHIP 3 No Fun At All 3.1 Civil War, /b/ 3.2 I Just Fucked My Sister 3.3 The Girl Next Door 3.4 Alpha Male 3.5 Angry sun 3.6 Atarii E.T. 3.7 Azn Rape lol 3.8 /b/ is... 3.9 /b/ is not... 3.10 Beating up a girl 3.11 Bento Box 3.12 /b/ Rap 3.13 Cooking with Semen 3.14 MOTHERFUCKING SHIT 3.15 Copypasta chefs 3.16 Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex 3.17 Early Communists 3.18 First gay experience 3.19 Fried Pig Pussy 3.20 Furry Texan 3.21 Gay In A Locker Room 3.22 GOD 3.23 NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN 3.24 I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl 's bare chest 3.25 Jar Jar Binks 3.26 Boner Exposed 3.27 Meeting a Truck 4 See Also Archive 1 DICTATORSHIP Hello, A few months ago, the YSflight community was in a mess, wityh flaming trolling a nd general spamming being the nor on a destroyed YSPilots. Just as hope seemed l ost, this forum arived. YSFlight Head-Quarters. It was a beacon of hope in a sea of rage and hate. But all to soon it became apparent that little had actually c hanged, trolls were still there and the troubles were not gone, merely sleeping. When I joined YSFHQ I believed that this was the way forward, with a large moder ation team and a forum set up to make the most of he good things in YSFlight. Bu

t it was soon clear that this was far from the truth. In may I looked towards the world of virtual airlines, and I sw that there was o nly one airline in existence. I thought this was an appalling sate for this to b e in, so I decided to create Air Terranean, to show that you can create virtual airlines on Headquarters. We soon grew and recieved out certification in record time, clearly showing that it was possible to do this. Now back then, we and our friends in the other VA did not get on too well, but we resolved our arguments each time they happened. Then soemthing else came along that would threatena nd then destroy all that har d work. This was a threat I had not expected and was more damaging as a result. The founder and Administrator of YSFHQ, Iceman, intentionally ruining the reputa tion of these two airlines and asking them to go to war on each other! Almost ev eryone on both sides refused, saying that this was an argument between 4 people, not two entire airlines. Still he kept it up, knowing that he was damaging both airlines, and the Air Terranean, being new, would struggle to stay alive. At this point the corruption of YSFHQ became apparent, as Turbofan, the then Civ ilian Head of YSFHQ was leaving due to the fact that his life required more of h is time for work. So a new moderator had to be found. As you will see in my last paragraph, I sauid almost everyone disagreed with Iceman's call for a war. But there was one who awnted it, more than anything else. He wanted a war between th ese Airlines, despite what it would do. And because he agreed with Iceman and we nt against eveyone else and reason, so it was that Midnight Rambler was chosen t o head the civillian section. Ok, things were still going along fine, and MR was doing a decent job. But then we get to the point that truly reveals how this forum works. In august, I figured that I would soon not be able to run Air terranean, owing t o the fact I would start my A-Levels. As a result I handed it to the person who promised me that he was "100% commited" to Air Terranean and could do the job. I gave it to Fariiniq. However, as soon as I did this, and he acknowledged. He va nished, he was absent for considerable time and left us leaderless, thus damagin g ATVA as a whole, giving the idea that it was inactive. Then He comes back and decides that, being inactive a while, and not actually do ing what he said he would, he decided to declare this airline "dead", calling it s name "mud" and that the only hope for "a fresh start" would be to leave this r uin and join his own VA. I later discovered that he had been planning to create his own airline since before he accepted the position of CEO, and before he decl ared that the was "100% commited to Air Terranean". Now, he convinces everyone in Air terranean to join, and they all believe him th at it is dead, even though we are logging many flight hours. So he comes onto HQ , destroys Air Terranean's own website, and delcares that he has legitiamtely op ened his own airline. An HQ mod tells me to post on here my complaint, and Midni ght Rambler, the supposedly fair and impartial person who was chosen for the pos tition of head admin for the civillian section, decides to delete my post and gi ve me a warning for "flaming". Several times I am told that I was complaining th e "wrong way", so I ask him how should I complain then, if this is the case. To add insult to injury, All of HQ's mods and admins decide that despite everyth ing, and the fact I have complained, Fariiniq is the good guy, so anything I say is from now on "flaming". When I made a complaint I get warnings, one of which was becasue of the "abuse" I have sent to Midnight Rambler over the PMs. BTW, I made a few notes on how he moderated, and accused him of not being an impartial moderator, which I believe is legitimate on this forum, considering there is a w hole section for people tp truly flame against the staff!

When I make a complaint against the fact that despite all this Iceman has still refused to remove his lie on the blog, that we are at war, I get another warning for flaming. People, let me ask you, what kind of system decides what you can say and not say based on how well you bow down to the chief admin? Who, when somebody disagrees , places several warnings, (one of which was just for makiing a post which did " not contribute" to the topic as such), brings them within an inch of being banne d and lets the person who took away what they had worked for get away with it? I speak out and look, I am on probation, my life on YS has been destroyed and an ything I worked towards has beentrodden on and ground to dust. I got a two day b an on the Team speak for asking Fariiniq a question, which was nothing to do wit h any issues we have. Fariiniq also decides that he hates me to the extent, that I am not allowed to do anyhting on Teamspeak, and that abny request I make is " flaming" and a bannable offence. So people, This shows you that in the end, it does not matter how much you contr ibute to YS, how much enthusiasm you have, or what you have done for the communi ty. If you dare speak out against this dictatorship, you will be silenced. I sen d this message to all of you this way, for all of my posts are moderated before anybody else can see them. So this complaint for sure, would be blocked from the public view. People, you can try all you like, but If you are not an old friend then that is it. I know that I am not the only person who is infuriated with this system, far fro m it. There is a large part of the YSFlight population who are also angry at teh way that this corrupt regime operates, and would glady remove it if possible. By the time many of you have seen this, it is likely I will have been banned. If so then this will show how dictatorial the admins are, and how they dslike the truth, settling for only waht they want to hear. The truth after all, is far too... Inconvenient.

No Fun At All Earl Sandwich watched with an anxious expression as his family, which consisted of Mrs. Sandwich, Peanut the dog, and Grape the cat, who was listed last because the writer of this story doesn t like her very much. When Earl saw the family car drive off for some unstated reason for an exaggerat ed period of time, he nearly shat his tan slacks. WOO HOO! He shouted, and dove to his cell phone. He immediately reached the contacts list and selected a contact named PLAYMATE . It let out that frickin annoying dial tone for a few seconds before the contact ans wered. Hello? Tiger Arbelt answered his phone. Meanwhile, one of the fat, ugly, fans of M alak s fan-fictions gasped at the sudden plot twist. Then she farted and read on, reaching for a bowl of cheese puffs. Ti-ti? Earl responded. It s Earl.

OH!

Tiger exclaimed in the girliest way imaginable. Wassup, mai boo?

Come on over and I ll show you Tiger giggled in a rather irritation fashion. It was like the sound of a sheet o f metal rubbing against a giant cheese grater. Okay, anything you say, pookie bea r. Meanwhile, Gman was walking down the road when a car struck him, killing Gman in stantly. Did we justGrape began to ask.

NO! Mrs. Sandwich shouted, and her head grew twice as large as she floored the gas pedal and drove off to their unstated location. Tiger was back at the Sandwich residence and was already French-kissing Earl in his hairy, bearded mouth. It was not stated WHERE they were exactly in the house , but they were in there somewhere Oh. Tiger exclaimed. You taste delicious.

Earl laughed and showed his vampire fangs, because he was a vampire. Not a REAL vampire, but one of those stupid ones from Twilight . Thank you. fans. He said as he horribly sparkled in the sunlight, blinding some of Malak s Tiger shouted as he did a bac Umineko No Naku Koro Ni w

Excuse me as I slip into something more comfortable. k-flip and landed into a nearby bathroom.

When he came out, he was wearing the dress Beatrice from ore, complete with the flower hairpiece and everything.

Tits. Earl said seductively as he lifted Tiger up and carried him to the bedroom. Oh Earl. Tiger said in a whiny, obnoxious voice.

Meanwhile, Bill woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he dec ided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. E ven though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents . There was one slimy box that looked like a gun. Then Bill noticed that Zoey was out of bed too. She must not have been able to w ait for her presents either. Bill thought that he would surprise Zoey. Maybe even sneak up behind her and jum p her on her bloody penis. That always made Zoey hot. Bill crept angrily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its old lights, and the presents, heaped up huskily, and the mistletoe han ging from the ceiling, and Zoey. Kissing someone. Bill was so angry, he picked up a ammo from a table and threw it sexily on the t ank.

They both looked around. "Zoey, you sweaty zombie!" Bill yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with.. ." Bill looked and then rubbed his leg and looked again. It was Santa Claus. "Let me explain," Zoey said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a we t kiss it was." "Well, I suppose," Bill said firmly. "If he was under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be muscly." That seemed reasonable. Bill went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa. Santa was the best kisser ever, like a hot molotov fire burning in the moonlight . He made Bill's eye feel all hard. "You see?" Zoey said gently and Bill saw. So they had a threeway. Everybody's presents were late. As Earl threw Tiger on the bed and exposed his disco stick. Tiger positioned him self and wrapped his arms, I repeat, ARMS, around the phallus and began sucking. Oh GOD Earl shouted. r Tiger s face. Enough talk. moaned. OH GOD!! OneOneOneOne Earl shrilled as he splattered cum all ove

Tiger said, positioning his tailhole in front of Earl s dick. Take me. He

Stu made chocolate pudding for his niece so much, it soon possessed his mind, an d all what he could think about was chocolate pudding. His wife tried to snap him out of it, but she was not successful. When Stu offered the pudding to his niece, she said she was hungry. So for some reason Stu went back downstairs to make more chocolate pudding, and when he brou ght it back upstairs, he finally snapped, and screamed at the top of his lungs. He then began imaging strange songs in his head. Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka? Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka? The sex between the vampire Earl Sandwich and the canine Tiger Arbelt was a trul y disturbing sight. It was horrible, capable of driving anyone who saw such an a bomination mad. The women ran in terror, men did their best to try and stop it, but to no avail. Eventually, the desperate townsfolk called upon a specialist to deal with this situation. They received two.

Ichigo Kurosaki and Ronove approached the two and tried to stop them, but Ichigo was immediately disintegrated but the sheer force of the sex, and Ronove had no choice but to leave. Eventually, the two lovers stopped fucking, and piece was restored to the land. Th e rest of the sandwich clan returned to the house, completely oblivious to what had happened despite what the other townsfolk told them. Let s go play outside Peanut. Grape said. But in reality, they went into Peanut s room and fucked. Meanwhile, a small band of angry fans stormed into OP s private chambers and began to beat him with red hot iron rods. Civil War, /b/ There's some shit going on /b/ right now. It's like a Civil War going on /b/. An d there is two sides, oldfags and newfags, and newfags have go to go. Anytime ol dfags want to have a good time ignorant ass newfags fucking it up. Can't do shit ! Can't do SHIT, without some ignorant ass fucking it up! Can't do nothing! Can' t make some original content thread open more than 100 posts. Grand opening...gr and closing. Can't see cool posts on the front page... WHY? Because newfags are talking about THE BEST. Discuss. I Just Fucked My Sister Well wouldn't you hit it? Over and over again? Response: I would........with my truck Truck is too small This is NOT copypasta. I repeat NOT copypasta. I know coming to /b/ for advice is a top notch bad idea, but I honestly have no where else to turn because this situation directly involves my family, and frien ds. Let me start from the beginning, I am 18 and my sister is 21. I just finished hi gh school and my sister is home from college. I guess this year her grades start ed slipping or something, because I walked past her room and she was crying. I w alked inside her room to ask her what's up and she hands me a letter - apparentl y she's up for review by her college for dismissal. I feel kinda sorry for her s o I gave her a hug and one thing led to another and we started making out. This is really weird because I've made out with girls before, but my sister blows the m all out of the water. In the back of my mind lies the fact that she's my siste r and what we are doing is sick and wrong, but I guess my sister has more experi ence and it felt so fucking good. Here's the dilemma - after making out, Karen started taking her clothes off and she started pulling my pants down. I'm like, hey, what are you doing? She's like , oh come on Jordan, aren't you even a LITTLE curious? I felt bad because its tr ue, my sister is a hottie and I always wished that she wasn't my sister. I've ev en gone as far as to fap to thoughts of doing her. She then said "For tonight, l et's not be brother and sister. I really need this because I feel like shit righ t now and our parents won't be back till late and we aren't going to tell anyone . I pretty much just fucked my sister. No, to be more honest, I just lost my virgi

nity to my sister. My question, /b/, is WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW?? What do peop le usually do after they fuck their sisters? Pic very related; that's Karen. The Girl Next Door When I was 12 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Cleveland and anyway, the girl next door and I were really go od friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Tran sformers with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playin g truth or dare, which turned into 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine". So a nyway there I Was, 12 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and t he chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. So What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there . To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air. Alpha Male I'm an Alpha male /b/. And girls want to fuck alpha males. Let it piss you off as much as you want, but you know it's completely true. That girl you like who is kinda cute in a weird way, but is totally sweet and you have the biggest crush on? The one who keeps g oing back to guys who treat her wrong for reasons you don't understand? The one who calls you up at 1 am to cry about how her boyfriend hasn't called her in 3 d ays, and no matter how long you listen to her, she'll never think of you as anyt hing other than asexual? The one who will curl up next to you on the couch, hug you close, kiss you on the cheek, and never let you fucking touch her beyond tha t? Yeah, I'm fucking her. The hot girl who won't even look at you when you nod at them and smile? The one who laughs when you trip in the hallway and drop your stuff? The one who comes u p and coyly asks for your help with her homework, and then pretends you don't ex ist once you finish? Yeah, I'm fucking her too, even harder. The geeky girl you think might be enough like you that you have a chance with he r? She plays warcraft on your server, and watches anime, and reads comics? She's so incredible and you just love her so much but you still haven't worked up the courage to tell her how you feel about her? Guess who just sucked me off and told me they'll always love me? Angry sun Anyone else see asianface in this? When I was about nine, I had recently gotten a Nintendo Entertainment System fro m a garage sale down the road, the first gaming system I ever had. One game that I bought was Super Mario Brothers 3, the final chapter of the widely-acclaimed SMB trilogy, which like in the original Super Mario Brothers consisted of Mario/ Luigi chasing after Princess Toadstool (whose name has since been bastardized to

'Peach'). Back on topic though; I popped in the game in my new NES and pressed Start. I started at World 1, of course, and began playing. During this, I got us ed to the controls, map, and all that jazz. After all, it IS supposed to be kind a like a tutorial level. So I had advanced to World 2, "Desert Land" and I was m oving along rather smoothly. In the back of my mind, I knew that at some point t he levels would start to get more difficult. I soon noticed a tile, one unlike t he other tiles (Toad houses, numbered tiles, etc). It appeared to be some crosshybrid of flowing diarrhea and sand, which caught my attention. I navigated my w ay to the tile, and hit the A button and was warped to what appeared to be a nor mal level; there even was a happy sunshine in the top left corner! As I side-scr olled my way through the level, the fucking sun decided to go apeshit and sodomi ze me repeatedly until I finally broke down in tears, throwing my controller at the ground screaming for my mom. That fucking bastard. And no, this is not copy pasta. Atarii E.T. Most gamers know the story of the hundreds of thousands of E.T. cartridges Atari crushed, encased in concrete, then buried in Alamogordo, New Mexico. What most gamers don t know is who Atari buried along with them... Azn Rape lol oh my god /b/ I just witnessed something horrible. Today I was in NYC, I take summer classes at an art school in New York, and I sa w a man following an old asian woman and her little Asian grand daughter I think it was. He followed them for 4 blocks before making his move, I only saw all of this because they were all in front of me walking down E22nd street at the time I was walking down it. Anyways, the man kept getting closer and closer to them until finally he hit the woman with a crowbar and grabbed the girl. I immediatel y ran up to him as fast as I could and whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can sa y that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house around 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "yo holmes, sm ell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air. /b/ is... /b/ is the guy who tells the cripple ahead of him in line to hurry up. /b/ is first to get to the window to see the car accident outside. /b/ is the one who wrote your number on the mall's bathroom wall. /b/ is a failing student who makes passes at his young, attractive English teach er. /b/ is the guy loitering on Park Ave. that is always trying to sell you somethin g. /b/ is the one who handed his jizz-drenched clothes to Good Will. /b/ is one who first introduced you to Goatse. /b/ is a hot incest dream that you'll try to forget for days. /b/ is the only one of your group of friends to be secure in his sexuality and s ay anything. /b/ is the guy without ED who still likes trying Viagra. /b/ is the best friend that tags along for your first date and cock-blocks throu ghout night. The decent girl you're trying to bag walks out on the date, /b/ lau ghs and takes you home when you're drunk, and you wake up to several hookers in your house who /b/ called for you.

/b/ /b/ /b/ /b/ /b/ nk. /b/ /b/ /b/ /b/ /b/ ai. /b/ ing /b/ /b/

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a friend that constantly asks you to try mutual masturbation with him. the guy who calls a suicide hotline to hit on the adviser. nuking the hard-drive next time someone knocks on his door. the one who left a used condom outside the schoolyard. the voice in your head that tells you that it doesn't matter if she's dru the friend who constantly talks about your mom's rack. the only one who understands what the hell you saying. someone who would pay a hooker to eat his ass, and only that. the uncle who has touched you several times. still recovering in the hospital, after trying something he saw in a hent

is the pleasure you feel guilty of when you tried playing with your anus dur masturbation. is wonderful. is not...

I realize that most of you have ether forgotten what /b/ is or are simply newfag s who don't know. /b/ is not where we make posts talking about our personal lives and our problems ...we're not your fucking livejournal /b/ is not some place where we giggle at memes....we're not fucking YTMND /b/ is not some place where we make confessions we're not fucking grouphug /b/ is not some place where we find pictures on other websites and post them her e ...we're not fucking ebaumsworld /b/ is not some site where we go to jerk off to hentai pics....we're not fucking aerisdies /b/ is not some place that you go to, to get someone to hack your girlfriend's e -mail account because shes cheating on you for the 15th time...we're not your fu cking personal army /b/ is not some place you go to ask for help with a personal problem, we're not your fucking psychologist /b/ isn't some place you go to trash talk other people you'll never meet simply because its an anonymous board with "no rules" and you can get away with it with out any repercussion...we're not a fucking group of internet tough guys /b/ is not NICE so /b/....what IS /b/...i want to see how long it takes for someone to get it. Beating up a girl SEE ALSO: Azn rape When I was 13, I tied up this girl that was 12 with a jumprope, then beat the fu ck out of her. By the time I was done, her lip was split, her wrists were bleeding from the rop e cuttin into them, one of her eyes was swollen shut, she was missing two teeth, her small tits will entirely black and blue, her pussy was bleeding, and I m fair ly sure that several bones in her feet were broken. When I let her down, she crumpled on the floor and went into a fetal position an d just hugged her legs to her chest and sobbed quietly. I suddenly got very aroused seeing that, so I pulled out my dick (I has actually hit puberty 12, and was hairy, balls dropped and everything functioning) and st arted jerking off quietly. Eventually, I started to breathe harder, and she noti ced what I was doing, and she just looked at me with this look of absolute horro r on her face.

It was at that moment that I climaxed and sprayed probably my biggest load of cu m ever all over her face and chest. Then, I picked up her torn shirt from the ground, wiped off my dick, and tossed it to her. I told her to clean herself up and that if she ever told anyone, I would go to h er house and kill her while she slept, and that if anyone asked who hurt her, sh e should say a bunch of high school kids did it. When I think back on it, I think she was the first girl I ever loved. ...god I m fucked up. Bento Box I'm looking for a bento box, it cant be pinku (that's Japanese for pink) or any girl color. It has to be of 2 or more kotoba (that's Japanese for 2 compartments ) and has be be chibi (small) sized. And has to be really kawaii (cute). Also It has to be about 10-20 bux. And you have to post pics of it first (i want to mak e shure it's kawaii [cute]). And it would be nice if it came with matching chops tick holder (WITH chopsticks). OH! and it CANNOT have any cartoon pictures, or b e made out of plastic. It has to be made of ceramic, or something like that. Als o it would be nice if it was made in japan. and not in china or corea (Korea) or whatever. I have found a bento box similar to the one im describing in e-bay, b ut it was 1 kotoba, and i don't want my gohan (rice) to touch my other things (i t can get wet and i would not like that, plus 2 compartments looks more kawaii) /b/ Rap we got computer's 'putin' rss feeds are beatin we're on your aggregators we're r ollin' past the hataz you tryna bait the master? you just a masterbater. go'head ask your neighbors, we has a flavor chicken dinner to feed a culture that's get tin' thinner no longer a soloist now we rollin' with the winners do not slumbah, check alexa we got numbahs put on your boxers it's gonna be a hot summer Cooking with Semen COEUR D'ALENE, Idaho Mar 9, 2005 A teenager has agreed to admit to three counts of disturbing the peace after anonymously sending semen-frosted brownies to a fe llow student.

ABC News Has anybody ever tried cooking with their own semen? About a month ago I got adventurous and decided to fap into the frying pan, usin g my semen in place of little extra butter I usually put in the pan when I'm gri lling grill'd cheese. I didn't notice much difference in flavor when I tried it, although it definitel y didn't taste any worse. Last night, however, while in the process leading up to grilling two sandwiches for lunch for myself and my sick mother, I noticed my neighbor's 13 year old dau

ghter changing in the yard next door (our window sort of faces out into the neig hbor's yard, the suburban layout of our community is somewhat strange), presumab ly after getting out of the pool. I got the urge to fap and decided to incorpora te it into my cooking again in secret. My mother did seem to notice a difference in flavor for the better - I nonchalan tly told her I used a different butter, which in it's essence wasn't entirely a lie, I just didn't specify it was my nut butter. I'm not about to outright lie t o my mother. I consider myself a respectable man of principles, you know. MOTHERFUCKING SHIT MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. I WAS JUST MASTURBATING AND EVERYTHING WAS GOING GREAT. I WA S IN MY ROOM, I HAD MY HEADPHONES ON, I WAS TOTALLY NAKED SITTING AT MY COMPUTER FAPPING AWAY TO A VIDEO ON REDTUBE. ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE'S THIS REALLY SHARP P AIN IN MY DICK, LIKE IT JUST GOT STABBED WITH A SEWING NEEDLE. I JERKED MY HAND BACK AND IT BUMPED INTO MY COMPUTER TOWER, WHICH SITS ON THE DESK. WELL, I HAD M Y STICK OF DEODORANT ON TOP OF THE TOWER, AND THAT BITCH FELL OFF AND LANDED DEO DORANT-END-DOWN ON THE HEAD OF MY COCK. HOLY FUCKING SHIT DID THAT HURT, AND ON TOP OF THAT IT HIT SO HARD THAT IT ACTUALLY FORCED SOME DEODORANT INTO MY URETHR A. I'VE NEVER HAD ANYTHING BURN SO BAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUC KING CHAIR AND STOOD UP BECAUSE IT HURT SO BAD; THIS CAUSED MY HEADPHONE CABLE T O GET YANKED OUT OF MY SPEAKERS, WHICH CAUSED "OH YEAH BABY COME DEEP IN MY TIGH T TEEN ASSHOLE UH UH UH" TO GET BLARED THROUGH MY FUCKING HOUSE AND ALMOST MAXIM UM VOLUME. NOW MY EYES ARE WATERING FROM THE PAIN OF THE DEODORANT INSIDE MY COC K BUT I MANAGE TO PUNCH ONE OF MY SPEAKERS HARD ENOUGH SO THEY TURN OFF. I LOOKE D DOWN AND NOTICED BLOOD DRIPPING OFF OF MY COCK; I GUESS THE LIP OF THE PLASTIC DEODORANT THING BIT INTO MY FORESKIN AS IT CONNECTED WITH MY COCK. THE BLOOD WA S DRIPPING DOWN MY LEG. THIS ALL HAPPENED IN THE SPACE OF MAYBE 6 SECONDS. IT MAY SEEM BAD BUT IT GETS W ORSE. JUST AS I'M STANDING THERE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED, MY BEDROOM DOOR FUCKING OPENS. MY DAD WAS STANDING THERE WITH MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER TO JOHNS HOPKINS. I FROZE AND HE STARED AT ME, NAKED WITH MY BLOODY ERECTION FO R MAYBE 15 SECONDS BEFORE HE NOTICED MY COMPUTER MONITOR AND THE BRUTAL ANAL SEX SCENE GOING ON FULL-SCREEN. HE IMMEDIATELY CLOSED THE DOOR AND LEFT WITHOUT SAY ING ANYTHING. THIS MAY SEEM EMBARRASSING BUT MY DAD IS A SERIOUSLY CONSERVATIVE CHRISTIAN. THIS HAPPENED ABOUT 15 MINUTES AGO AND HE HASN'T SAID ANYTHING TO ME YET. I'M STILL IN MY ROOM TRYING TO GET THE GOD DAMN FUCKING OLD SPICE OUT OF MY COCK. WHAT SHOULD I DO /b/? Copypasta chefs Original, hand-crafted copypasta; The perfect present for a wedding, christening , new baby, birthday, anniversary, retirement, mother s day, thank you, school reu nion - any occasion you can think of! Our copypastas are each individually handc rafted by a skilled and dedicated chef and guaranteed to be of the highest quali ty. These beautiful and decorative copypastas are hand-crafted from crushed and powd ered words bound up with only the finest pasta. Every copypasta is completely ha nd made, from the basic raw materials through to the finished product every proc ess is carried out by hand. The only exception is a cleaning and polishing proce ss in which the copypasta is put through special machines. Even these machines h ave been developed for particular use in the preparation of the copypasta, for, although the copypasta is quite durable, fine details such as noses, horses ear' s, swords, daggers and flag staffs could be snapped off if treated too roughly.

The National Association of Copypasta Chefs (NACC) is dedicated to protecting ar tists and crafters - their work, creativity and intellectual properties and mark eting rights. I believe to keep the true work of the artist and copypasta chef a live we must act to promote and protect our art and craft. Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex Bullshit you say? It's moar likely than you think . . . Pixplskthnks ok, the society exists, now lets look for "Deer Island" OH FUUUUUUUUUU-Deer Island. Private getaway to the Skull & Bones Society. What do they do there? They raise children for sex and sex alone. When members of Yale's most secret of secret societies go there as a "getaway," they do not bring their girlfriends. They instead bring small keys [with skull-a nd-crossbone designs on them, how original] made of various metals [typically go ld, sometimes platinum; mixed with stronger substances for strength, of course] taken from the teeth of dead enemies. Mostly fillings, though. What do these keys unlock? Locks to the various underground chambers scattered about the island. There are fifteen tombs of this type [one for each member of this year's chosen bonesmen]. The girls are allowed to grow no older than fourteen years old. They are abused, raped, and taught to like it from birth. They have no nationali ty, no recognizable country of origin. Typically they're the offspring of gullib le [but clean] whores that are brought to Deer Island by clever bonesmen. The wh ores are killed after the childbirth [and detained on the island during the nine months leading up to it]. At thirteen, the girls are allowed to bear children. Before this age, abortions are routine, one of the island's few year-round residents is an abortionist. He is well paid, and is one of the only non-bonesmen ever allowed to take place in the childsex. Once the thirteen/fourteen year old girls have given birth, they are taken into what are near-exact replicas of the gas chambers at Auschwitz camp I [only craft ed from ornate stonework; there are etchings on the walls of various Skull-and-B ones images, the number 322, etc.]. They're told that this will be the site of a celebration of their new child's birth. A futon in the middle of the room is wh ere the child is fucked for the final time, before being choked until unconsciou s, and gassed [once the bonesman has left the chamber safely, of course]. For having made mention of ANY of this, I could be killed. (second post begins here ) The girls are given trust tests at age eight, before fellatio can become part of their sexual repertoire.

The bonesman will lay his potential cocksucker down on a cold concrete floor in the middle of a well-lit auditorium underground, and force her to lay spread-eag le. He then inserts a straight razor into her vagina, vertically, slowly, being careful so as to minimize any potential damage. One flinch from the girl, and th e blade is pulled up through the uterus, and the girl is then disposed of [the b onesmen often HOPE for a twitch from the girl, so they can mutilate her with the razor just for fun]. If the child remains calm, the razor is removed, and she i s "rewarded" with the privilege of getting to suck the cock of one of the most p owerful men in the world. Semen must be swallowed, if fellatio is performed. If the child can't get the bo nesman off, he will grab her head, and give a warning thrust, jamming his penis into the back of her throat. She is given a couples seconds to recover, and the quality of her blowjob must either improve, or she will get another thrust, hard er this time. If a third thrust is necessary, the bonesman does not let go of he r head at all, but rams it into his pelvis, until he ejaculates. The girl is oft en unable to breathe by the end of this, and so, the razor comes out, and the gi rl is finished off. This very rarely happens though, the girls are taught the pr oper respect by the time they reach the age of eight. That's all I can share safely tonight; I'll try to post more soon. I need to mak e it look like I'm here doing research. -"322 minus one" Early Communists Earlycommunism.jpg The very first Communists were early Slavic tribes who owned so little they had to share everything. They were renowned warriors, whose battle tactics consisted of getting as drunk as mortally possible, then drink twice as much more and cha rge at the enemy wielding a hammer in one hand and a sickle in the other. Even i n these early times they were called the Red Army for their red faces (esp. nose s). A Communist Warrior was terrible to behold in battle, bashing, slicing, and breathing alcoholic fumes at his enemies. Mortally wounded, he would merely fall asleep at the field of battle, only to wake up the next morning with regenerate d limbs, healed wounds and a severe headache. Picture is of Carl Marx.

First gay experience Well my first gay experience happened like this: I was about 50 yards or so up this path when I noticed a man standing off the si de of the path apparently staring into the woods. As I got closer I realized his pants were down around his ankles and I could see his ass. Now, I'm straight bu t I have to say that it was a really nicely shaped ass for a man and I took noti ce. I figured maybe he was drunk and just peeing in the bushes, so I started to walk quieter so I wouldn't disturb him. But as I got closer I started hearing st range grunts and sucking sounds. I realized there was another man blowing him. Now, I'm not gay but I slowed my pace down to watch. I slowed and approached the standing man from behind. His friend didn't take any notice as his eyes were ti ghtly closed. I came right up behind the man standing so that I could have reach ed out and touched him. That's when I brought the cinder block down on his head, hard. He collapsed on top of his faggot friend and I quickly finished them both

off. I rolled them into the bushes and finished my walk. That was only my first of many such gay encounters. Fried Pig Pussy Mmmmmm... Fried pig pussy! Once you eat one of these pig pussy pork rinds, you'l l never eat another.. human pussy again. But FUCK human pussy! I fuck dead pigs. You'll read all about it in heartburn how I fuck them dead pigs before I turn e m into pork rinds! I couldn't get no twat from serenity back then. She only wanted dildos in her pu ssy twat. Big phony bologna dicks. But now she wants this real cock. Come here s erenity lets show these assholes how we fuck. Lets show these assholes how we fu ck. My sweet sweet serenity. Fuck an umbilical cord out of your phony asshole, and I'll hang a pig with it, w hile I impregnate you with my 80 year old pork rind dick. You'll give birth to a dead pig and we'll cut him into pork rinds. I'll eat pork rinds with god. In a land that speaks only with its eyes. No langu age, no dildos, no fucking laws! Where the whores can't sell their pussy. Or use their twats to gold dig. A land where us warriors run free with our big dicks o ut, and our fucking hair wild. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, ea t dead pigs. Salt their dead skin and put em in plastic bags. Fuck you, you fuck ing, farting robots. Suck my dead pig. Suck my dead pig! Furry Texan I've been a Furry for 10 years now and want to stop. The problem is that the gro up of furs that I hang out with don't like me now and if I took my fursuit off, they would probably beat me up and kill me. My last boyfriend (a cute b/w wolf) gave me herpes on my ass and now I have a hard time taking a shit. Sometimes I h ave to take an Ex-lax so my shit will come out easy. I've never had sex with a girl, because I don't know how to why I turned Furry. But now I'm just tired of guys ripping 't use lubrication. I've had to get stitches three times. I last night who said he only gives, he doesn't receive, so I and he made me swallow or he would kick my ass. - Tony, Age 20, Austin, Texas Gay In A Locker Room I'm a gay man and I have nothing but fond memories of my time spent in the girls ' locker room. As an effeminately homosexual adolescent, I felt very uncomfortab le and out of place in the loud, nasty, testosterone-fueled environment of the b oys' locker room, so our dyke gym teacher let me use the girls' locker room inst ead. All my friends were girls and they loved me, I was kind of their cuddly lit tle gay mascot. But there's always one bitch who'll kick up a fuss, and it's usu ally the ugliest one in the room. This hatchet-faced shrew called Arlene took is sue with my presence, she was all "Oh I don't feel comfortable with him looking at my naked body", and I was just like "Girl, I wouldn't look at your tired ass if it paid me to". She got over herself eventually. Sometimes I would sashay int o the boys' locker room and pretend I'd forgotten my schoolbag, then I'd run bac pick them up. That's my ass when they don went out with a fox had to suck his dick

k to the girls' locker room and tell them about all the small sad willies I'd se en. I also had great fun towel-whipping those bitches until their fat asses were red raw! Lolz. GOD God is just some guy who bought Sim City and was bored. Some guy sitting at a gi ant computer is controlling you right now. When you have several decisions going through your head and you don't know which one to pick, God does. "Flirt? Tickl e? Entertain?" He decides. You have no say in The Sims. You're just some compute r graphic. That is God. NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN Today was a day that will forever be the climax of my life, at this point, nothi ng could get any better. That little cunt is going to get it, him and his fuckin g family. They are all going to die. ALL OF THEM, ESPECIALLY THE FUCKING CHILDRE N. You see, it started one day, and I was at the fresh young age of 12, the first d ay I ever saw him. He looked friendly at first, but little did I know that that exact day I had met the devil himself, just in a childish form. He asked for my name, and I said my name, which is Caleb. And almost as soon as he heard my name , he yelled out (let me tell you that this was inside of a school) "Hey, everybo dy! It's Caleb the Cunt-Sucker!" Everyone laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Eve n the teachers were laughing. It was degrading, it was down right.....damning. I t continued thought the rest of my years in school, and I even went as far as al most committing suicide. After I got out of school, I got a job at a local garage. It wasn't the cleanest , or well-paying of jobs, but it got me threw. I had to stay at home, I hardly h ad any money, let alone have money to pay for a house. One day, I was driving ba ck home, and I saw him. And not only did he have a perfect house and a perfect c ar, he had a family. A picture-perfect family. I snapped that day, and when I go t home, I started planning his downfall. Now, today was the day, the day that I would for fill my dream of killing all of them. I will be back later to tell you the result. And I will finally tell the brutal death of those fucking maggots. I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest . "How?" you ask. Well apparently there are a select few contexts within which suc h an action is acceptable. For instance, if your niece has a hacking cough and y our sister asks you to "put some of this on her" while she calls the doctor. "Putting some of this on hear" meant using my bare hands to rub this vapor ointm ent shit all over her BARE NAKED CHEST. My heartbeat is still all erratic from i t. I had a boner the size of Manhattan the entire time. She's sleeping now and I guess she feels better because she stopped coughing. Details: She's about 5 feet tall, has long brown hair, a cute face, a thin waist and long skinny legs. She's in jammies I think because although I'm pretty shak en up right now I know I unbuttoned something before I went at it.

God I feel so great. I just rubbed my hands all over her FUCKING TITS, you guys. Well the puffy parts of her chest anyway. Her nipples got hard. I just about we pt tears of joy. I didn't do anything else because I'm a coward and rubbing was enough. Plus it w as legal and I didn't technically do anything wrong, so I'm in the clear. I'd write more but I seriously have to go fap while the memory is fresh in my he ad. Jar Jar Binks I like to wear a elaborate Jar Jar Binks costume and mask as part of my every da y life. I went to the grocery store, and saw how depressed everyone was so I tho ught I would help. I started dancing in the aisles, and yelling at people, and r unning up to people and taking things out of their cart. It was great fun. Then when I went to check out, there was only one lane open and a long line. I scream ed and screamed while in line and danced, bumping into other people. I opened a box of baking soda and threw it around. Finally I got to the checkout. I started making noises at the cashier, and I kept pressing buttons on the computer. Some people in line were groaning because the line was getting very long, but that g ave me even more incentive to make them laugh. I climbed onto the table and star ted kicking peoples groceries on the floor and singing. The manager and one of h is goons pulled me off and said I could never shop there again. Can I sue for ha rassment or possibly assault? Boner Exposed h boy /b/ I sure did it this time I am in so much shit here it's not even funny. Every once in a while I babysit m y niece and cousin for some extra money, said niece is 7 and the cousin is 5. I was sitting there and I found one of my uncles Penthouse magazines and started f lipping trough the pages, secretly so the kids wouldn't see it. I was sitting co mfortably when suddenly I flip open a page to THE HOTTEST GIRL I EVER SEEN. So I am sitting there checking her out when suddenly my niece spills apple juice all over my pants. I almost shout out god dammit but I managed to hold that shit in when my niece says as I am standing up: "You can put your trousers in the washing machine I know how it works!" So I unbutton my pants and take them off, forgetting that recently I lost a lot of weight (22 po unds) and thus my underwear falls down on the floor. Exposing the boner the Pent house pet just gave me. And just as my niece points at my my shlong saying: "Why is it all hard like that?" My uncle and aunt walk in the room because they forg ot their wallet. To make a long story short I was kicked out of the house, my uncle slapping me o n the head (hard) shouting I'm a pervert, which I am not, and my aunt shouting t hey'd call the police on me and I was never to come to their house again. What the fuck do I do now?! Meeting a Truck I remember it was the summer '06. Some friends and I had been on the road for a couple of weeks. Just travelling around, little bit of a road trip. Stopping off where we felt. Going to lots of pubs, clubs, parties, etc. Anyway one night we set out from our motel room to go to a nearby bar. We get there and it's fairly quiet. We had a few drinks but decided it was kinda boring and we were going to find some place else to drink for the night. Then just as we're leaving, she cau

ght my eye. Across the room was the most beautiful truck I've ever seen. 87 mode l, was wearing a 200 gallon mixer tank, you know the kind. She had tyres that we nt on for days. A part of me was ready to leave already. But a part of me knew t hat if I didn't at least talk to her I'd regret it. I downed the last of my drin k to get a little Dutch courage, then I made my move. I walked up to her and sai d, "Hi." Girls like this usually don't give me the time of day. But something wa s different this time. I don't know what it it was, if she was in a different mo od cos she was on holidays, too, or if I was just in the zone that night or what . But much to my surprise she was totally into me. Every smile was met with a fl ash of her headlights, every joke was met with a honk of her horn. She was into me, it was time to close it. "Would you like to join me at my room?" I really ha d gone too far ths time. But instead I hear, "Sure, let's go." I couldn't believ e it. It was on. The sexiest truck I've ever seen and she wants to have sex with me! Unbelievable! We get back to my room, make out for a while then made passio nate love. The next day she headed off back home to work in a strip mine. She ga ve me her email address and we still keep in contact from time to time. But that was the best night of my life and I'll never forget her. See Also Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

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Copypasta/Archive 1 <Copypasta Contents 1 Archive 1 2 DICTATORSHIP 3 No Fun At All 3.1 Civil War, /b/ 3.2 I Just Fucked My Sister 3.3 The Girl Next Door 3.4 Alpha Male 3.5 Angry sun 3.6 Atarii E.T. 3.7 Azn Rape lol 3.8 /b/ is... 3.9 /b/ is not... 3.10 Beating up a girl 3.11 Bento Box 3.12 /b/ Rap 3.13 Cooking with Semen 3.14 MOTHERFUCKING SHIT 3.15 Copypasta chefs 3.16 Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex 3.17 Early Communists 3.18 First gay experience 3.19 Fried Pig Pussy 3.20 Furry Texan

3.21 Gay In A Locker Room 3.22 GOD 3.23 NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN 3.24 I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl 's bare chest 3.25 Jar Jar Binks 3.26 Boner Exposed 3.27 Meeting a Truck 4 See Also Archive 1 DICTATORSHIP Hello, A few months ago, the YSflight community was in a mess, wityh flaming trolling a nd general spamming being the nor on a destroyed YSPilots. Just as hope seemed l ost, this forum arived. YSFlight Head-Quarters. It was a beacon of hope in a sea of rage and hate. But all to soon it became apparent that little had actually c hanged, trolls were still there and the troubles were not gone, merely sleeping. When I joined YSFHQ I believed that this was the way forward, with a large moder ation team and a forum set up to make the most of he good things in YSFlight. Bu t it was soon clear that this was far from the truth. In may I looked towards the world of virtual airlines, and I sw that there was o nly one airline in existence. I thought this was an appalling sate for this to b e in, so I decided to create Air Terranean, to show that you can create virtual airlines on Headquarters. We soon grew and recieved out certification in record time, clearly showing that it was possible to do this. Now back then, we and our friends in the other VA did not get on too well, but we resolved our arguments each time they happened. Then soemthing else came along that would threatena nd then destroy all that har d work. This was a threat I had not expected and was more damaging as a result. The founder and Administrator of YSFHQ, Iceman, intentionally ruining the reputa tion of these two airlines and asking them to go to war on each other! Almost ev eryone on both sides refused, saying that this was an argument between 4 people, not two entire airlines. Still he kept it up, knowing that he was damaging both airlines, and the Air Terranean, being new, would struggle to stay alive. At this point the corruption of YSFHQ became apparent, as Turbofan, the then Civ ilian Head of YSFHQ was leaving due to the fact that his life required more of h is time for work. So a new moderator had to be found. As you will see in my last paragraph, I sauid almost everyone disagreed with Iceman's call for a war. But there was one who awnted it, more than anything else. He wanted a war between th ese Airlines, despite what it would do. And because he agreed with Iceman and we nt against eveyone else and reason, so it was that Midnight Rambler was chosen t o head the civillian section. Ok, things were still going along fine, and MR was doing a decent job. But then we get to the point that truly reveals how this forum works. In august, I figured that I would soon not be able to run Air terranean, owing t o the fact I would start my A-Levels. As a result I handed it to the person who promised me that he was "100% commited" to Air Terranean and could do the job. I gave it to Fariiniq. However, as soon as I did this, and he acknowledged. He va nished, he was absent for considerable time and left us leaderless, thus damagin g ATVA as a whole, giving the idea that it was inactive.

Then He comes back and decides that, being inactive a while, and not actually do ing what he said he would, he decided to declare this airline "dead", calling it s name "mud" and that the only hope for "a fresh start" would be to leave this r uin and join his own VA. I later discovered that he had been planning to create his own airline since before he accepted the position of CEO, and before he decl ared that the was "100% commited to Air Terranean". Now, he convinces everyone in Air terranean to join, and they all believe him th at it is dead, even though we are logging many flight hours. So he comes onto HQ , destroys Air Terranean's own website, and delcares that he has legitiamtely op ened his own airline. An HQ mod tells me to post on here my complaint, and Midni ght Rambler, the supposedly fair and impartial person who was chosen for the pos tition of head admin for the civillian section, decides to delete my post and gi ve me a warning for "flaming". Several times I am told that I was complaining th e "wrong way", so I ask him how should I complain then, if this is the case. To add insult to injury, All of HQ's mods and admins decide that despite everyth ing, and the fact I have complained, Fariiniq is the good guy, so anything I say is from now on "flaming". When I made a complaint I get warnings, one of which was becasue of the "abuse" I have sent to Midnight Rambler over the PMs. BTW, I made a few notes on how he moderated, and accused him of not being an impartial moderator, which I believe is legitimate on this forum, considering there is a w hole section for people tp truly flame against the staff! When I make a complaint against the fact that despite all this Iceman has still refused to remove his lie on the blog, that we are at war, I get another warning for flaming. People, let me ask you, what kind of system decides what you can say and not say based on how well you bow down to the chief admin? Who, when somebody disagrees , places several warnings, (one of which was just for makiing a post which did " not contribute" to the topic as such), brings them within an inch of being banne d and lets the person who took away what they had worked for get away with it? I speak out and look, I am on probation, my life on YS has been destroyed and an ything I worked towards has beentrodden on and ground to dust. I got a two day b an on the Team speak for asking Fariiniq a question, which was nothing to do wit h any issues we have. Fariiniq also decides that he hates me to the extent, that I am not allowed to do anyhting on Teamspeak, and that abny request I make is " flaming" and a bannable offence. So people, This shows you that in the end, it does not matter how much you contr ibute to YS, how much enthusiasm you have, or what you have done for the communi ty. If you dare speak out against this dictatorship, you will be silenced. I sen d this message to all of you this way, for all of my posts are moderated before anybody else can see them. So this complaint for sure, would be blocked from the public view. People, you can try all you like, but If you are not an old friend then that is it. I know that I am not the only person who is infuriated with this system, far fro m it. There is a large part of the YSFlight population who are also angry at teh way that this corrupt regime operates, and would glady remove it if possible. By the time many of you have seen this, it is likely I will have been banned. If so then this will show how dictatorial the admins are, and how they dslike the truth, settling for only waht they want to hear. The truth after all, is far too... Inconvenient.

No Fun At All Earl Sandwich watched with an anxious expression as his family, which consisted of Mrs. Sandwich, Peanut the dog, and Grape the cat, who was listed last because the writer of this story doesn t like her very much. When Earl saw the family car drive off for some unstated reason for an exaggerat ed period of time, he nearly shat his tan slacks. WOO HOO! He shouted, and dove to his cell phone. He immediately reached the contacts list and selected a contact named PLAYMATE . It let out that frickin annoying dial tone for a few seconds before the contact ans wered. Hello? Tiger Arbelt answered his phone. Meanwhile, one of the fat, ugly, fans of M alak s fan-fictions gasped at the sudden plot twist. Then she farted and read on, reaching for a bowl of cheese puffs. Ti-ti? OH! Earl responded. It s Earl.

Tiger exclaimed in the girliest way imaginable. Wassup, mai boo?

Come on over and I ll show you Tiger giggled in a rather irritation fashion. It was like the sound of a sheet o f metal rubbing against a giant cheese grater. Okay, anything you say, pookie bea r. Meanwhile, Gman was walking down the road when a car struck him, killing Gman in stantly. Did we justGrape began to ask.

NO! Mrs. Sandwich shouted, and her head grew twice as large as she floored the gas pedal and drove off to their unstated location. Tiger was back at the Sandwich residence and was already French-kissing Earl in his hairy, bearded mouth. It was not stated WHERE they were exactly in the house , but they were in there somewhere Oh. Tiger exclaimed. You taste delicious.

Earl laughed and showed his vampire fangs, because he was a vampire. Not a REAL vampire, but one of those stupid ones from Twilight . Thank you. fans. He said as he horribly sparkled in the sunlight, blinding some of Malak s Tiger shouted as he did a bac Umineko No Naku Koro Ni w

Excuse me as I slip into something more comfortable. k-flip and landed into a nearby bathroom.

When he came out, he was wearing the dress Beatrice from ore, complete with the flower hairpiece and everything.

Tits. Earl said seductively as he lifted Tiger up and carried him to the bedroom. Oh Earl. Tiger said in a whiny, obnoxious voice.

Meanwhile, Bill woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he dec ided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. E ven though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents . There was one slimy box that looked like a gun. Then Bill noticed that Zoey was out of bed too. She must not have been able to w ait for her presents either. Bill thought that he would surprise Zoey. Maybe even sneak up behind her and jum p her on her bloody penis. That always made Zoey hot. Bill crept angrily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its old lights, and the presents, heaped up huskily, and the mistletoe han ging from the ceiling, and Zoey. Kissing someone. Bill was so angry, he picked up a ammo from a table and threw it sexily on the t ank. They both looked around. "Zoey, you sweaty zombie!" Bill yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with.. ." Bill looked and then rubbed his leg and looked again. It was Santa Claus. "Let me explain," Zoey said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a we t kiss it was." "Well, I suppose," Bill said firmly. "If he was under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be muscly." That seemed reasonable. Bill went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa. Santa was the best kisser ever, like a hot molotov fire burning in the moonlight . He made Bill's eye feel all hard. "You see?" Zoey said gently and Bill saw. So they had a threeway. Everybody's presents were late. As Earl threw Tiger on the bed and exposed his disco stick. Tiger positioned him self and wrapped his arms, I repeat, ARMS, around the phallus and began sucking. Oh GOD Earl shouted. r Tiger s face. Enough talk. moaned. OH GOD!! OneOneOneOne Earl shrilled as he splattered cum all ove

Tiger said, positioning his tailhole in front of Earl s dick. Take me. He

Stu made chocolate pudding for his niece so much, it soon possessed his mind, an

d all what he could think about was chocolate pudding. His wife tried to snap him out of it, but she was not successful. When Stu offered the pudding to his niece, she said she was hungry. So for some reason Stu went back downstairs to make more chocolate pudding, and when he brou ght it back upstairs, he finally snapped, and screamed at the top of his lungs. He then began imaging strange songs in his head. Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka? Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka? The sex between the vampire Earl Sandwich and the canine Tiger Arbelt was a trul y disturbing sight. It was horrible, capable of driving anyone who saw such an a bomination mad. The women ran in terror, men did their best to try and stop it, but to no avail. Eventually, the desperate townsfolk called upon a specialist to deal with this situation. They received two. Ichigo Kurosaki and Ronove approached the two and tried to stop them, but Ichigo was immediately disintegrated but the sheer force of the sex, and Ronove had no choice but to leave. Eventually, the two lovers stopped fucking, and piece was restored to the land. Th e rest of the sandwich clan returned to the house, completely oblivious to what had happened despite what the other townsfolk told them. Let s go play outside Peanut. Grape said. But in reality, they went into Peanut s room and fucked. Meanwhile, a small band of angry fans stormed into OP s private chambers and began to beat him with red hot iron rods. Civil War, /b/ There's some shit going on /b/ right now. It's like a Civil War going on /b/. An d there is two sides, oldfags and newfags, and newfags have go to go. Anytime ol dfags want to have a good time ignorant ass newfags fucking it up. Can't do shit ! Can't do SHIT, without some ignorant ass fucking it up! Can't do nothing! Can' t make some original content thread open more than 100 posts. Grand opening...gr and closing. Can't see cool posts on the front page... WHY? Because newfags are talking about THE BEST. Discuss. I Just Fucked My Sister Well wouldn't you hit it? Over and over again? Response: I would........with my truck Truck is too small This is NOT copypasta. I repeat NOT copypasta. I know coming to /b/ for advice is a top notch bad idea, but I honestly have no where else to turn because this situation directly involves my family, and frien

ds. Let me start from the beginning, I am 18 and my sister is 21. I just finished hi gh school and my sister is home from college. I guess this year her grades start ed slipping or something, because I walked past her room and she was crying. I w alked inside her room to ask her what's up and she hands me a letter - apparentl y she's up for review by her college for dismissal. I feel kinda sorry for her s o I gave her a hug and one thing led to another and we started making out. This is really weird because I've made out with girls before, but my sister blows the m all out of the water. In the back of my mind lies the fact that she's my siste r and what we are doing is sick and wrong, but I guess my sister has more experi ence and it felt so fucking good. Here's the dilemma - after making out, Karen started taking her clothes off and she started pulling my pants down. I'm like, hey, what are you doing? She's like , oh come on Jordan, aren't you even a LITTLE curious? I felt bad because its tr ue, my sister is a hottie and I always wished that she wasn't my sister. I've ev en gone as far as to fap to thoughts of doing her. She then said "For tonight, l et's not be brother and sister. I really need this because I feel like shit righ t now and our parents won't be back till late and we aren't going to tell anyone . I pretty much just fucked my sister. No, to be more honest, I just lost my virgi nity to my sister. My question, /b/, is WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW?? What do peop le usually do after they fuck their sisters? Pic very related; that's Karen. The Girl Next Door When I was 12 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Cleveland and anyway, the girl next door and I were really go od friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Tran sformers with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playin g truth or dare, which turned into 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine". So a nyway there I Was, 12 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and t he chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. So What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there . To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air. Alpha Male I'm an Alpha male /b/. And girls want to fuck alpha males. Let it piss you off as much as you want, but you know it's completely true. That girl you like who is kinda cute in a weird way, but is totally sweet and you have the biggest crush on? The one who keeps g oing back to guys who treat her wrong for reasons you don't understand? The one who calls you up at 1 am to cry about how her boyfriend hasn't called her in 3 d ays, and no matter how long you listen to her, she'll never think of you as anyt hing other than asexual? The one who will curl up next to you on the couch, hug you close, kiss you on the cheek, and never let you fucking touch her beyond tha t? Yeah, I'm fucking her.

The hot girl who won't even look at you when you nod at them and smile? The one who laughs when you trip in the hallway and drop your stuff? The one who comes u p and coyly asks for your help with her homework, and then pretends you don't ex ist once you finish? Yeah, I'm fucking her too, even harder. The geeky girl you think might be enough like you that you have a chance with he r? She plays warcraft on your server, and watches anime, and reads comics? She's so incredible and you just love her so much but you still haven't worked up the courage to tell her how you feel about her? Guess who just sucked me off and told me they'll always love me? Angry sun Anyone else see asianface in this? When I was about nine, I had recently gotten a Nintendo Entertainment System fro m a garage sale down the road, the first gaming system I ever had. One game that I bought was Super Mario Brothers 3, the final chapter of the widely-acclaimed SMB trilogy, which like in the original Super Mario Brothers consisted of Mario/ Luigi chasing after Princess Toadstool (whose name has since been bastardized to 'Peach'). Back on topic though; I popped in the game in my new NES and pressed Start. I started at World 1, of course, and began playing. During this, I got us ed to the controls, map, and all that jazz. After all, it IS supposed to be kind a like a tutorial level. So I had advanced to World 2, "Desert Land" and I was m oving along rather smoothly. In the back of my mind, I knew that at some point t he levels would start to get more difficult. I soon noticed a tile, one unlike t he other tiles (Toad houses, numbered tiles, etc). It appeared to be some crosshybrid of flowing diarrhea and sand, which caught my attention. I navigated my w ay to the tile, and hit the A button and was warped to what appeared to be a nor mal level; there even was a happy sunshine in the top left corner! As I side-scr olled my way through the level, the fucking sun decided to go apeshit and sodomi ze me repeatedly until I finally broke down in tears, throwing my controller at the ground screaming for my mom. That fucking bastard. And no, this is not copy pasta. Atarii E.T. Most gamers know the story of the hundreds of thousands of E.T. cartridges Atari crushed, encased in concrete, then buried in Alamogordo, New Mexico. What most gamers don t know is who Atari buried along with them... Azn Rape lol oh my god /b/ I just witnessed something horrible. Today I was in NYC, I take summer classes at an art school in New York, and I sa w a man following an old asian woman and her little Asian grand daughter I think it was. He followed them for 4 blocks before making his move, I only saw all of this because they were all in front of me walking down E22nd street at the time I was walking down it. Anyways, the man kept getting closer and closer to them until finally he hit the woman with a crowbar and grabbed the girl. I immediatel y ran up to him as fast as I could and whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can sa y that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house around 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "yo holmes, sm

ell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air. /b/ is... /b/ is the guy who tells the cripple ahead of him in line to hurry up. /b/ is first to get to the window to see the car accident outside. /b/ is the one who wrote your number on the mall's bathroom wall. /b/ is a failing student who makes passes at his young, attractive English teach er. /b/ is the guy loitering on Park Ave. that is always trying to sell you somethin g. /b/ is the one who handed his jizz-drenched clothes to Good Will. /b/ is one who first introduced you to Goatse. /b/ is a hot incest dream that you'll try to forget for days. /b/ is the only one of your group of friends to be secure in his sexuality and s ay anything. /b/ is the guy without ED who still likes trying Viagra. /b/ is the best friend that tags along for your first date and cock-blocks throu ghout night. The decent girl you're trying to bag walks out on the date, /b/ lau ghs and takes you home when you're drunk, and you wake up to several hookers in your house who /b/ called for you. /b/ is a friend that constantly asks you to try mutual masturbation with him. /b/ is the guy who calls a suicide hotline to hit on the adviser. /b/ is nuking the hard-drive next time someone knocks on his door. /b/ is the one who left a used condom outside the schoolyard. /b/ is the voice in your head that tells you that it doesn't matter if she's dru nk. /b/ is the friend who constantly talks about your mom's rack. /b/ is the only one who understands what the hell you saying. /b/ is someone who would pay a hooker to eat his ass, and only that. /b/ is the uncle who has touched you several times. /b/ is still recovering in the hospital, after trying something he saw in a hent ai. /b/ is the pleasure you feel guilty of when you tried playing with your anus dur ing masturbation. /b/ is wonderful. /b/ is not... I realize that most of you have ether forgotten what /b/ is or are simply newfag s who don't know. /b/ is not where we make posts talking about our personal lives and our problems ...we're not your fucking livejournal /b/ is not some place where we giggle at memes....we're not fucking YTMND /b/ is not some place where we make confessions we're not fucking grouphug /b/ is not some place where we find pictures on other websites and post them her e ...we're not fucking ebaumsworld /b/ is not some site where we go to jerk off to hentai pics....we're not fucking aerisdies /b/ is not some place that you go to, to get someone to hack your girlfriend's e -mail account because shes cheating on you for the 15th time...we're not your fu cking personal army /b/ is not some place you go to ask for help with a personal problem, we're not your fucking psychologist /b/ isn't some place you go to trash talk other people you'll never meet simply because its an anonymous board with "no rules" and you can get away with it with out any repercussion...we're not a fucking group of internet tough guys /b/ is not NICE

so /b/....what IS /b/...i want to see how long it takes for someone to get it. Beating up a girl SEE ALSO: Azn rape When I was 13, I tied up this girl that was 12 with a jumprope, then beat the fu ck out of her. By the time I was done, her lip was split, her wrists were bleeding from the rop e cuttin into them, one of her eyes was swollen shut, she was missing two teeth, her small tits will entirely black and blue, her pussy was bleeding, and I m fair ly sure that several bones in her feet were broken. When I let her down, she crumpled on the floor and went into a fetal position an d just hugged her legs to her chest and sobbed quietly. I suddenly got very aroused seeing that, so I pulled out my dick (I has actually hit puberty 12, and was hairy, balls dropped and everything functioning) and st arted jerking off quietly. Eventually, I started to breathe harder, and she noti ced what I was doing, and she just looked at me with this look of absolute horro r on her face. It was at that moment that I climaxed and sprayed probably my biggest load of cu m ever all over her face and chest. Then, I picked up her torn shirt from the ground, wiped off my dick, and tossed it to her. I told her to clean herself up and that if she ever told anyone, I would go to h er house and kill her while she slept, and that if anyone asked who hurt her, sh e should say a bunch of high school kids did it. When I think back on it, I think she was the first girl I ever loved. ...god I m fucked up. Bento Box I'm looking for a bento box, it cant be pinku (that's Japanese for pink) or any girl color. It has to be of 2 or more kotoba (that's Japanese for 2 compartments ) and has be be chibi (small) sized. And has to be really kawaii (cute). Also It has to be about 10-20 bux. And you have to post pics of it first (i want to mak e shure it's kawaii [cute]). And it would be nice if it came with matching chops tick holder (WITH chopsticks). OH! and it CANNOT have any cartoon pictures, or b e made out of plastic. It has to be made of ceramic, or something like that. Als o it would be nice if it was made in japan. and not in china or corea (Korea) or whatever. I have found a bento box similar to the one im describing in e-bay, b ut it was 1 kotoba, and i don't want my gohan (rice) to touch my other things (i t can get wet and i would not like that, plus 2 compartments looks more kawaii) /b/ Rap we got computer's 'putin' rss feeds are beatin we're on your aggregators we're r ollin' past the hataz you tryna bait the master? you just a masterbater. go'head ask your neighbors, we has a flavor chicken dinner to feed a culture that's get tin' thinner no longer a soloist now we rollin' with the winners do not slumbah, check alexa we got numbahs put on your boxers it's gonna be a hot summer

Cooking with Semen COEUR D'ALENE, Idaho Mar 9, 2005 A teenager has agreed to admit to three counts of disturbing the peace after anonymously sending semen-frosted brownies to a fe llow student.

ABC News Has anybody ever tried cooking with their own semen? About a month ago I got adventurous and decided to fap into the frying pan, usin g my semen in place of little extra butter I usually put in the pan when I'm gri lling grill'd cheese. I didn't notice much difference in flavor when I tried it, although it definitel y didn't taste any worse. Last night, however, while in the process leading up to grilling two sandwiches for lunch for myself and my sick mother, I noticed my neighbor's 13 year old dau ghter changing in the yard next door (our window sort of faces out into the neig hbor's yard, the suburban layout of our community is somewhat strange), presumab ly after getting out of the pool. I got the urge to fap and decided to incorpora te it into my cooking again in secret. My mother did seem to notice a difference in flavor for the better - I nonchalan tly told her I used a different butter, which in it's essence wasn't entirely a lie, I just didn't specify it was my nut butter. I'm not about to outright lie t o my mother. I consider myself a respectable man of principles, you know. MOTHERFUCKING SHIT MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. I WAS JUST MASTURBATING AND EVERYTHING WAS GOING GREAT. I WA S IN MY ROOM, I HAD MY HEADPHONES ON, I WAS TOTALLY NAKED SITTING AT MY COMPUTER FAPPING AWAY TO A VIDEO ON REDTUBE. ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE'S THIS REALLY SHARP P AIN IN MY DICK, LIKE IT JUST GOT STABBED WITH A SEWING NEEDLE. I JERKED MY HAND BACK AND IT BUMPED INTO MY COMPUTER TOWER, WHICH SITS ON THE DESK. WELL, I HAD M Y STICK OF DEODORANT ON TOP OF THE TOWER, AND THAT BITCH FELL OFF AND LANDED DEO DORANT-END-DOWN ON THE HEAD OF MY COCK. HOLY FUCKING SHIT DID THAT HURT, AND ON TOP OF THAT IT HIT SO HARD THAT IT ACTUALLY FORCED SOME DEODORANT INTO MY URETHR A. I'VE NEVER HAD ANYTHING BURN SO BAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUC KING CHAIR AND STOOD UP BECAUSE IT HURT SO BAD; THIS CAUSED MY HEADPHONE CABLE T O GET YANKED OUT OF MY SPEAKERS, WHICH CAUSED "OH YEAH BABY COME DEEP IN MY TIGH T TEEN ASSHOLE UH UH UH" TO GET BLARED THROUGH MY FUCKING HOUSE AND ALMOST MAXIM UM VOLUME. NOW MY EYES ARE WATERING FROM THE PAIN OF THE DEODORANT INSIDE MY COC K BUT I MANAGE TO PUNCH ONE OF MY SPEAKERS HARD ENOUGH SO THEY TURN OFF. I LOOKE D DOWN AND NOTICED BLOOD DRIPPING OFF OF MY COCK; I GUESS THE LIP OF THE PLASTIC DEODORANT THING BIT INTO MY FORESKIN AS IT CONNECTED WITH MY COCK. THE BLOOD WA S DRIPPING DOWN MY LEG. THIS ALL HAPPENED IN THE SPACE OF MAYBE 6 SECONDS. IT MAY SEEM BAD BUT IT GETS W ORSE. JUST AS I'M STANDING THERE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED, MY BEDROOM DOOR FUCKING OPENS. MY DAD WAS STANDING THERE WITH MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER TO JOHNS HOPKINS. I FROZE AND HE STARED AT ME, NAKED WITH MY BLOODY ERECTION FO

R MAYBE 15 SECONDS BEFORE HE NOTICED MY COMPUTER MONITOR AND THE BRUTAL ANAL SEX SCENE GOING ON FULL-SCREEN. HE IMMEDIATELY CLOSED THE DOOR AND LEFT WITHOUT SAY ING ANYTHING. THIS MAY SEEM EMBARRASSING BUT MY DAD IS A SERIOUSLY CONSERVATIVE CHRISTIAN. THIS HAPPENED ABOUT 15 MINUTES AGO AND HE HASN'T SAID ANYTHING TO ME YET. I'M STILL IN MY ROOM TRYING TO GET THE GOD DAMN FUCKING OLD SPICE OUT OF MY COCK. WHAT SHOULD I DO /b/? Copypasta chefs Original, hand-crafted copypasta; The perfect present for a wedding, christening , new baby, birthday, anniversary, retirement, mother s day, thank you, school reu nion - any occasion you can think of! Our copypastas are each individually handc rafted by a skilled and dedicated chef and guaranteed to be of the highest quali ty. These beautiful and decorative copypastas are hand-crafted from crushed and powd ered words bound up with only the finest pasta. Every copypasta is completely ha nd made, from the basic raw materials through to the finished product every proc ess is carried out by hand. The only exception is a cleaning and polishing proce ss in which the copypasta is put through special machines. Even these machines h ave been developed for particular use in the preparation of the copypasta, for, although the copypasta is quite durable, fine details such as noses, horses ear' s, swords, daggers and flag staffs could be snapped off if treated too roughly. The National Association of Copypasta Chefs (NACC) is dedicated to protecting ar tists and crafters - their work, creativity and intellectual properties and mark eting rights. I believe to keep the true work of the artist and copypasta chef a live we must act to promote and protect our art and craft. Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex Bullshit you say? It's moar likely than you think . . . Pixplskthnks ok, the society exists, now lets look for "Deer Island" OH FUUUUUUUUUU-Deer Island. Private getaway to the Skull & Bones Society. What do they do there? They raise children for sex and sex alone. When members of Yale's most secret of secret societies go there as a "getaway," they do not bring their girlfriends. They instead bring small keys [with skull-a nd-crossbone designs on them, how original] made of various metals [typically go ld, sometimes platinum; mixed with stronger substances for strength, of course] taken from the teeth of dead enemies. Mostly fillings, though. What do these keys unlock? Locks to the various underground chambers scattered about the island. There are fifteen tombs of this type [one for each member of this year's chosen bonesmen]. The girls are allowed to grow no older than fourteen years old. They are abused, raped, and taught to like it from birth. They have no nationali ty, no recognizable country of origin. Typically they're the offspring of gullib le [but clean] whores that are brought to Deer Island by clever bonesmen. The wh

ores are killed after the childbirth [and detained on the island during the nine months leading up to it]. At thirteen, the girls are allowed to bear children. Before this age, abortions are routine, one of the island's few year-round residents is an abortionist. He is well paid, and is one of the only non-bonesmen ever allowed to take place in the childsex. Once the thirteen/fourteen year old girls have given birth, they are taken into what are near-exact replicas of the gas chambers at Auschwitz camp I [only craft ed from ornate stonework; there are etchings on the walls of various Skull-and-B ones images, the number 322, etc.]. They're told that this will be the site of a celebration of their new child's birth. A futon in the middle of the room is wh ere the child is fucked for the final time, before being choked until unconsciou s, and gassed [once the bonesman has left the chamber safely, of course]. For having made mention of ANY of this, I could be killed. (second post begins here ) The girls are given trust tests at age eight, before fellatio can become part of their sexual repertoire. The bonesman will lay his potential cocksucker down on a cold concrete floor in the middle of a well-lit auditorium underground, and force her to lay spread-eag le. He then inserts a straight razor into her vagina, vertically, slowly, being careful so as to minimize any potential damage. One flinch from the girl, and th e blade is pulled up through the uterus, and the girl is then disposed of [the b onesmen often HOPE for a twitch from the girl, so they can mutilate her with the razor just for fun]. If the child remains calm, the razor is removed, and she i s "rewarded" with the privilege of getting to suck the cock of one of the most p owerful men in the world. Semen must be swallowed, if fellatio is performed. If the child can't get the bo nesman off, he will grab her head, and give a warning thrust, jamming his penis into the back of her throat. She is given a couples seconds to recover, and the quality of her blowjob must either improve, or she will get another thrust, hard er this time. If a third thrust is necessary, the bonesman does not let go of he r head at all, but rams it into his pelvis, until he ejaculates. The girl is oft en unable to breathe by the end of this, and so, the razor comes out, and the gi rl is finished off. This very rarely happens though, the girls are taught the pr oper respect by the time they reach the age of eight. That's all I can share safely tonight; I'll try to post more soon. I need to mak e it look like I'm here doing research. -"322 minus one" Early Communists Earlycommunism.jpg The very first Communists were early Slavic tribes who owned so little they had to share everything. They were renowned warriors, whose battle tactics consisted of getting as drunk as mortally possible, then drink twice as much more and cha rge at the enemy wielding a hammer in one hand and a sickle in the other. Even i n these early times they were called the Red Army for their red faces (esp. nose s). A Communist Warrior was terrible to behold in battle, bashing, slicing, and breathing alcoholic fumes at his enemies. Mortally wounded, he would merely fall asleep at the field of battle, only to wake up the next morning with regenerate

d limbs, healed wounds and a severe headache. Picture is of Carl Marx.

First gay experience Well my first gay experience happened like this: I was about 50 yards or so up this path when I noticed a man standing off the si de of the path apparently staring into the woods. As I got closer I realized his pants were down around his ankles and I could see his ass. Now, I'm straight bu t I have to say that it was a really nicely shaped ass for a man and I took noti ce. I figured maybe he was drunk and just peeing in the bushes, so I started to walk quieter so I wouldn't disturb him. But as I got closer I started hearing st range grunts and sucking sounds. I realized there was another man blowing him. Now, I'm not gay but I slowed my pace down to watch. I slowed and approached the standing man from behind. His friend didn't take any notice as his eyes were ti ghtly closed. I came right up behind the man standing so that I could have reach ed out and touched him. That's when I brought the cinder block down on his head, hard. He collapsed on top of his faggot friend and I quickly finished them both off. I rolled them into the bushes and finished my walk. That was only my first of many such gay encounters. Fried Pig Pussy Mmmmmm... Fried pig pussy! Once you eat one of these pig pussy pork rinds, you'l l never eat another.. human pussy again. But FUCK human pussy! I fuck dead pigs. You'll read all about it in heartburn how I fuck them dead pigs before I turn e m into pork rinds! I couldn't get no twat from serenity back then. She only wanted dildos in her pu ssy twat. Big phony bologna dicks. But now she wants this real cock. Come here s erenity lets show these assholes how we fuck. Lets show these assholes how we fu ck. My sweet sweet serenity. Fuck an umbilical cord out of your phony asshole, and I'll hang a pig with it, w hile I impregnate you with my 80 year old pork rind dick. You'll give birth to a dead pig and we'll cut him into pork rinds. I'll eat pork rinds with god. In a land that speaks only with its eyes. No langu age, no dildos, no fucking laws! Where the whores can't sell their pussy. Or use their twats to gold dig. A land where us warriors run free with our big dicks o ut, and our fucking hair wild. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, ea t dead pigs. Salt their dead skin and put em in plastic bags. Fuck you, you fuck ing, farting robots. Suck my dead pig. Suck my dead pig! Furry Texan I've been a Furry for 10 years now and want to stop. The problem is that the gro up of furs that I hang out with don't like me now and if I took my fursuit off, they would probably beat me up and kill me. My last boyfriend (a cute b/w wolf) gave me herpes on my ass and now I have a hard time taking a shit. Sometimes I h ave to take an Ex-lax so my shit will come out easy.

I've never had sex with a girl, because I don't know how to why I turned Furry. But now I'm just tired of guys ripping 't use lubrication. I've had to get stitches three times. I last night who said he only gives, he doesn't receive, so I and he made me swallow or he would kick my ass. - Tony, Age 20, Austin, Texas Gay In A Locker Room

pick them up. That's my ass when they don went out with a fox had to suck his dick

I'm a gay man and I have nothing but fond memories of my time spent in the girls ' locker room. As an effeminately homosexual adolescent, I felt very uncomfortab le and out of place in the loud, nasty, testosterone-fueled environment of the b oys' locker room, so our dyke gym teacher let me use the girls' locker room inst ead. All my friends were girls and they loved me, I was kind of their cuddly lit tle gay mascot. But there's always one bitch who'll kick up a fuss, and it's usu ally the ugliest one in the room. This hatchet-faced shrew called Arlene took is sue with my presence, she was all "Oh I don't feel comfortable with him looking at my naked body", and I was just like "Girl, I wouldn't look at your tired ass if it paid me to". She got over herself eventually. Sometimes I would sashay int o the boys' locker room and pretend I'd forgotten my schoolbag, then I'd run bac k to the girls' locker room and tell them about all the small sad willies I'd se en. I also had great fun towel-whipping those bitches until their fat asses were red raw! Lolz. GOD God is just some guy who bought Sim City and was bored. Some guy sitting at a gi ant computer is controlling you right now. When you have several decisions going through your head and you don't know which one to pick, God does. "Flirt? Tickl e? Entertain?" He decides. You have no say in The Sims. You're just some compute r graphic. That is God. NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN Today was a day that will forever be the climax of my life, at this point, nothi ng could get any better. That little cunt is going to get it, him and his fuckin g family. They are all going to die. ALL OF THEM, ESPECIALLY THE FUCKING CHILDRE N. You see, it started one day, and I was at the fresh young age of 12, the first d ay I ever saw him. He looked friendly at first, but little did I know that that exact day I had met the devil himself, just in a childish form. He asked for my name, and I said my name, which is Caleb. And almost as soon as he heard my name , he yelled out (let me tell you that this was inside of a school) "Hey, everybo dy! It's Caleb the Cunt-Sucker!" Everyone laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Eve n the teachers were laughing. It was degrading, it was down right.....damning. I t continued thought the rest of my years in school, and I even went as far as al most committing suicide. After I got out of school, I got a job at a local garage. It wasn't the cleanest , or well-paying of jobs, but it got me threw. I had to stay at home, I hardly h ad any money, let alone have money to pay for a house. One day, I was driving ba ck home, and I saw him. And not only did he have a perfect house and a perfect c

ar, he had a family. A picture-perfect family. I snapped that day, and when I go t home, I started planning his downfall. Now, today was the day, the day that I would for fill my dream of killing all of them. I will be back later to tell you the result. And I will finally tell the brutal death of those fucking maggots. I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest . "How?" you ask. Well apparently there are a select few contexts within which suc h an action is acceptable. For instance, if your niece has a hacking cough and y our sister asks you to "put some of this on her" while she calls the doctor. "Putting some of this on hear" meant using my bare hands to rub this vapor ointm ent shit all over her BARE NAKED CHEST. My heartbeat is still all erratic from i t. I had a boner the size of Manhattan the entire time. She's sleeping now and I guess she feels better because she stopped coughing. Details: She's about 5 feet tall, has long brown hair, a cute face, a thin waist and long skinny legs. She's in jammies I think because although I'm pretty shak en up right now I know I unbuttoned something before I went at it. God I feel so great. I just rubbed my hands all over her FUCKING TITS, you guys. Well the puffy parts of her chest anyway. Her nipples got hard. I just about we pt tears of joy. I didn't do anything else because I'm a coward and rubbing was enough. Plus it w as legal and I didn't technically do anything wrong, so I'm in the clear. I'd write more but I seriously have to go fap while the memory is fresh in my he ad. Jar Jar Binks I like to wear a elaborate Jar Jar Binks costume and mask as part of my every da y life. I went to the grocery store, and saw how depressed everyone was so I tho ught I would help. I started dancing in the aisles, and yelling at people, and r unning up to people and taking things out of their cart. It was great fun. Then when I went to check out, there was only one lane open and a long line. I scream ed and screamed while in line and danced, bumping into other people. I opened a box of baking soda and threw it around. Finally I got to the checkout. I started making noises at the cashier, and I kept pressing buttons on the computer. Some people in line were groaning because the line was getting very long, but that g ave me even more incentive to make them laugh. I climbed onto the table and star ted kicking peoples groceries on the floor and singing. The manager and one of h is goons pulled me off and said I could never shop there again. Can I sue for ha rassment or possibly assault? Boner Exposed h boy /b/ I sure did it this time I am in so much shit here it's not even funny. Every once in a while I babysit m y niece and cousin for some extra money, said niece is 7 and the cousin is 5. I was sitting there and I found one of my uncles Penthouse magazines and started f lipping trough the pages, secretly so the kids wouldn't see it. I was sitting co mfortably when suddenly I flip open a page to THE HOTTEST GIRL I EVER SEEN. So I am sitting there checking her out when suddenly

my niece spills apple juice all over my pants. I almost shout out god dammit but I managed to hold that shit in when my niece says as I am standing up: "You can put your trousers in the washing machine I know how it works!" So I unbutton my pants and take them off, forgetting that recently I lost a lot of weight (22 po unds) and thus my underwear falls down on the floor. Exposing the boner the Pent house pet just gave me. And just as my niece points at my my shlong saying: "Why is it all hard like that?" My uncle and aunt walk in the room because they forg ot their wallet. To make a long story short I was kicked out of the house, my uncle slapping me o n the head (hard) shouting I'm a pervert, which I am not, and my aunt shouting t hey'd call the police on me and I was never to come to their house again. What the fuck do I do now?! Meeting a Truck I remember it was the summer '06. Some friends and I had been on the road for a couple of weeks. Just travelling around, little bit of a road trip. Stopping off where we felt. Going to lots of pubs, clubs, parties, etc. Anyway one night we set out from our motel room to go to a nearby bar. We get there and it's fairly quiet. We had a few drinks but decided it was kinda boring and we were going to find some place else to drink for the night. Then just as we're leaving, she cau ght my eye. Across the room was the most beautiful truck I've ever seen. 87 mode l, was wearing a 200 gallon mixer tank, you know the kind. She had tyres that we nt on for days. A part of me was ready to leave already. But a part of me knew t hat if I didn't at least talk to her I'd regret it. I downed the last of my drin k to get a little Dutch courage, then I made my move. I walked up to her and sai d, "Hi." Girls like this usually don't give me the time of day. But something wa s different this time. I don't know what it it was, if she was in a different mo od cos she was on holidays, too, or if I was just in the zone that night or what . But much to my surprise she was totally into me. Every smile was met with a fl ash of her headlights, every joke was met with a honk of her horn. She was into me, it was time to close it. "Would you like to join me at my room?" I really ha d gone too far ths time. But instead I hear, "Sure, let's go." I couldn't believ e it. It was on. The sexiest truck I've ever seen and she wants to have sex with me! Unbelievable! We get back to my room, make out for a while then made passio nate love. The next day she headed off back home to work in a strip mine. She ga ve me her email address and we still keep in contact from time to time. But that was the best night of my life and I'll never forget her. See Also Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

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1 Archive 1 2 DICTATORSHIP 3 No Fun At All 3.1 Civil War, /b/ 3.2 I Just Fucked My Sister 3.3 The Girl Next Door 3.4 Alpha Male 3.5 Angry sun 3.6 Atarii E.T. 3.7 Azn Rape lol 3.8 /b/ is... 3.9 /b/ is not... 3.10 Beating up a girl 3.11 Bento Box 3.12 /b/ Rap 3.13 Cooking with Semen 3.14 MOTHERFUCKING SHIT 3.15 Copypasta chefs 3.16 Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex 3.17 Early Communists 3.18 First gay experience 3.19 Fried Pig Pussy 3.20 Furry Texan 3.21 Gay In A Locker Room 3.22 GOD 3.23 NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN 3.24 I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl 's bare chest 3.25 Jar Jar Binks 3.26 Boner Exposed 3.27 Meeting a Truck 4 See Also Archive 1 DICTATORSHIP Hello, A few months ago, the YSflight community was in a mess, wityh flaming trolling a nd general spamming being the nor on a destroyed YSPilots. Just as hope seemed l ost, this forum arived. YSFlight Head-Quarters. It was a beacon of hope in a sea of rage and hate. But all to soon it became apparent that little had actually c hanged, trolls were still there and the troubles were not gone, merely sleeping. When I joined YSFHQ I believed that this was the way forward, with a large moder ation team and a forum set up to make the most of he good things in YSFlight. Bu t it was soon clear that this was far from the truth. In may I looked towards the world of virtual airlines, and I sw that there was o nly one airline in existence. I thought this was an appalling sate for this to b e in, so I decided to create Air Terranean, to show that you can create virtual airlines on Headquarters. We soon grew and recieved out certification in record time, clearly showing that it was possible to do this. Now back then, we and our friends in the other VA did not get on too well, but we resolved our arguments each time they happened. Then soemthing else came along that would threatena nd then destroy all that har d work. This was a threat I had not expected and was more damaging as a result. The founder and Administrator of YSFHQ, Iceman, intentionally ruining the reputa tion of these two airlines and asking them to go to war on each other! Almost ev

eryone on both sides refused, saying that this was an argument between 4 people, not two entire airlines. Still he kept it up, knowing that he was damaging both airlines, and the Air Terranean, being new, would struggle to stay alive. At this point the corruption of YSFHQ became apparent, as Turbofan, the then Civ ilian Head of YSFHQ was leaving due to the fact that his life required more of h is time for work. So a new moderator had to be found. As you will see in my last paragraph, I sauid almost everyone disagreed with Iceman's call for a war. But there was one who awnted it, more than anything else. He wanted a war between th ese Airlines, despite what it would do. And because he agreed with Iceman and we nt against eveyone else and reason, so it was that Midnight Rambler was chosen t o head the civillian section. Ok, things were still going along fine, and MR was doing a decent job. But then we get to the point that truly reveals how this forum works. In august, I figured that I would soon not be able to run Air terranean, owing t o the fact I would start my A-Levels. As a result I handed it to the person who promised me that he was "100% commited" to Air Terranean and could do the job. I gave it to Fariiniq. However, as soon as I did this, and he acknowledged. He va nished, he was absent for considerable time and left us leaderless, thus damagin g ATVA as a whole, giving the idea that it was inactive. Then He comes back and decides that, being inactive a while, and not actually do ing what he said he would, he decided to declare this airline "dead", calling it s name "mud" and that the only hope for "a fresh start" would be to leave this r uin and join his own VA. I later discovered that he had been planning to create his own airline since before he accepted the position of CEO, and before he decl ared that the was "100% commited to Air Terranean". Now, he convinces everyone in Air terranean to join, and they all believe him th at it is dead, even though we are logging many flight hours. So he comes onto HQ , destroys Air Terranean's own website, and delcares that he has legitiamtely op ened his own airline. An HQ mod tells me to post on here my complaint, and Midni ght Rambler, the supposedly fair and impartial person who was chosen for the pos tition of head admin for the civillian section, decides to delete my post and gi ve me a warning for "flaming". Several times I am told that I was complaining th e "wrong way", so I ask him how should I complain then, if this is the case. To add insult to injury, All of HQ's mods and admins decide that despite everyth ing, and the fact I have complained, Fariiniq is the good guy, so anything I say is from now on "flaming". When I made a complaint I get warnings, one of which was becasue of the "abuse" I have sent to Midnight Rambler over the PMs. BTW, I made a few notes on how he moderated, and accused him of not being an impartial moderator, which I believe is legitimate on this forum, considering there is a w hole section for people tp truly flame against the staff! When I make a complaint against the fact that despite all this Iceman has still refused to remove his lie on the blog, that we are at war, I get another warning for flaming. People, let me ask you, what kind of system decides what you can say and not say based on how well you bow down to the chief admin? Who, when somebody disagrees , places several warnings, (one of which was just for makiing a post which did " not contribute" to the topic as such), brings them within an inch of being banne d and lets the person who took away what they had worked for get away with it? I speak out and look, I am on probation, my life on YS has been destroyed and an ything I worked towards has beentrodden on and ground to dust. I got a two day b an on the Team speak for asking Fariiniq a question, which was nothing to do wit

h any issues we have. Fariiniq also decides that he hates me to the extent, that I am not allowed to do anyhting on Teamspeak, and that abny request I make is " flaming" and a bannable offence. So people, This shows you that in the end, it does not matter how much you contr ibute to YS, how much enthusiasm you have, or what you have done for the communi ty. If you dare speak out against this dictatorship, you will be silenced. I sen d this message to all of you this way, for all of my posts are moderated before anybody else can see them. So this complaint for sure, would be blocked from the public view. People, you can try all you like, but If you are not an old friend then that is it. I know that I am not the only person who is infuriated with this system, far fro m it. There is a large part of the YSFlight population who are also angry at teh way that this corrupt regime operates, and would glady remove it if possible. By the time many of you have seen this, it is likely I will have been banned. If so then this will show how dictatorial the admins are, and how they dslike the truth, settling for only waht they want to hear. The truth after all, is far too... Inconvenient.

No Fun At All Earl Sandwich watched with an anxious expression as his family, which consisted of Mrs. Sandwich, Peanut the dog, and Grape the cat, who was listed last because the writer of this story doesn t like her very much. When Earl saw the family car drive off for some unstated reason for an exaggerat ed period of time, he nearly shat his tan slacks. WOO HOO! He shouted, and dove to his cell phone. He immediately reached the contacts list and selected a contact named PLAYMATE . It let out that frickin annoying dial tone for a few seconds before the contact ans wered. Hello? Tiger Arbelt answered his phone. Meanwhile, one of the fat, ugly, fans of M alak s fan-fictions gasped at the sudden plot twist. Then she farted and read on, reaching for a bowl of cheese puffs. Ti-ti? OH! Earl responded. It s Earl.

Tiger exclaimed in the girliest way imaginable. Wassup, mai boo?

Come on over and I ll show you Tiger giggled in a rather irritation fashion. It was like the sound of a sheet o f metal rubbing against a giant cheese grater. Okay, anything you say, pookie bea r. Meanwhile, Gman was walking down the road when a car struck him, killing Gman in stantly. Did we justGrape began to ask.

NO! Mrs. Sandwich shouted, and her head grew twice as large as she floored the gas pedal and drove off to their unstated location. Tiger was back at the Sandwich residence and was already French-kissing Earl in his hairy, bearded mouth. It was not stated WHERE they were exactly in the house , but they were in there somewhere Oh. Tiger exclaimed. You taste delicious.

Earl laughed and showed his vampire fangs, because he was a vampire. Not a REAL vampire, but one of those stupid ones from Twilight . Thank you. fans. He said as he horribly sparkled in the sunlight, blinding some of Malak s Tiger shouted as he did a bac Umineko No Naku Koro Ni w

Excuse me as I slip into something more comfortable. k-flip and landed into a nearby bathroom.

When he came out, he was wearing the dress Beatrice from ore, complete with the flower hairpiece and everything.

Tits. Earl said seductively as he lifted Tiger up and carried him to the bedroom. Oh Earl. Tiger said in a whiny, obnoxious voice.

Meanwhile, Bill woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he dec ided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. E ven though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents . There was one slimy box that looked like a gun. Then Bill noticed that Zoey was out of bed too. She must not have been able to w ait for her presents either. Bill thought that he would surprise Zoey. Maybe even sneak up behind her and jum p her on her bloody penis. That always made Zoey hot. Bill crept angrily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its old lights, and the presents, heaped up huskily, and the mistletoe han ging from the ceiling, and Zoey. Kissing someone. Bill was so angry, he picked up a ammo from a table and threw it sexily on the t ank. They both looked around. "Zoey, you sweaty zombie!" Bill yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with.. ." Bill looked and then rubbed his leg and looked again. It was Santa Claus. "Let me explain," Zoey said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a we t kiss it was." "Well, I suppose," Bill said firmly. "If he was under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be

muscly." That seemed reasonable. Bill went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa. Santa was the best kisser ever, like a hot molotov fire burning in the moonlight . He made Bill's eye feel all hard. "You see?" Zoey said gently and Bill saw. So they had a threeway. Everybody's presents were late. As Earl threw Tiger on the bed and exposed his disco stick. Tiger positioned him self and wrapped his arms, I repeat, ARMS, around the phallus and began sucking. Oh GOD Earl shouted. r Tiger s face. Enough talk. moaned. OH GOD!! OneOneOneOne Earl shrilled as he splattered cum all ove

Tiger said, positioning his tailhole in front of Earl s dick. Take me. He

Stu made chocolate pudding for his niece so much, it soon possessed his mind, an d all what he could think about was chocolate pudding. His wife tried to snap him out of it, but she was not successful. When Stu offered the pudding to his niece, she said she was hungry. So for some reason Stu went back downstairs to make more chocolate pudding, and when he brou ght it back upstairs, he finally snapped, and screamed at the top of his lungs. He then began imaging strange songs in his head. Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka? Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka? The sex between the vampire Earl Sandwich and the canine Tiger Arbelt was a trul y disturbing sight. It was horrible, capable of driving anyone who saw such an a bomination mad. The women ran in terror, men did their best to try and stop it, but to no avail. Eventually, the desperate townsfolk called upon a specialist to deal with this situation. They received two. Ichigo Kurosaki and Ronove approached the two and tried to stop them, but Ichigo was immediately disintegrated but the sheer force of the sex, and Ronove had no choice but to leave. Eventually, the two lovers stopped fucking, and piece was restored to the land. Th e rest of the sandwich clan returned to the house, completely oblivious to what had happened despite what the other townsfolk told them. Let s go play outside Peanut. Grape said. But in reality, they went into Peanut s room and fucked. Meanwhile, a small band of angry fans stormed into OP s private chambers and began to beat him with red hot iron rods.

Civil War, /b/ There's some shit going on /b/ right now. It's like a Civil War going on /b/. An d there is two sides, oldfags and newfags, and newfags have go to go. Anytime ol dfags want to have a good time ignorant ass newfags fucking it up. Can't do shit ! Can't do SHIT, without some ignorant ass fucking it up! Can't do nothing! Can' t make some original content thread open more than 100 posts. Grand opening...gr and closing. Can't see cool posts on the front page... WHY? Because newfags are talking about THE BEST. Discuss. I Just Fucked My Sister Well wouldn't you hit it? Over and over again? Response: I would........with my truck Truck is too small This is NOT copypasta. I repeat NOT copypasta. I know coming to /b/ for advice is a top notch bad idea, but I honestly have no where else to turn because this situation directly involves my family, and frien ds. Let me start from the beginning, I am 18 and my sister is 21. I just finished hi gh school and my sister is home from college. I guess this year her grades start ed slipping or something, because I walked past her room and she was crying. I w alked inside her room to ask her what's up and she hands me a letter - apparentl y she's up for review by her college for dismissal. I feel kinda sorry for her s o I gave her a hug and one thing led to another and we started making out. This is really weird because I've made out with girls before, but my sister blows the m all out of the water. In the back of my mind lies the fact that she's my siste r and what we are doing is sick and wrong, but I guess my sister has more experi ence and it felt so fucking good. Here's the dilemma - after making out, Karen started taking her clothes off and she started pulling my pants down. I'm like, hey, what are you doing? She's like , oh come on Jordan, aren't you even a LITTLE curious? I felt bad because its tr ue, my sister is a hottie and I always wished that she wasn't my sister. I've ev en gone as far as to fap to thoughts of doing her. She then said "For tonight, l et's not be brother and sister. I really need this because I feel like shit righ t now and our parents won't be back till late and we aren't going to tell anyone . I pretty much just fucked my sister. No, to be more honest, I just lost my virgi nity to my sister. My question, /b/, is WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW?? What do peop le usually do after they fuck their sisters? Pic very related; that's Karen. The Girl Next Door When I was 12 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Cleveland and anyway, the girl next door and I were really go od friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Tran sformers with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playin g truth or dare, which turned into 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine". So a nyway there I Was, 12 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and t he chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. So What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when

it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there . To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air. Alpha Male I'm an Alpha male /b/. And girls want to fuck alpha males. Let it piss you off as much as you want, but you know it's completely true. That girl you like who is kinda cute in a weird way, but is totally sweet and you have the biggest crush on? The one who keeps g oing back to guys who treat her wrong for reasons you don't understand? The one who calls you up at 1 am to cry about how her boyfriend hasn't called her in 3 d ays, and no matter how long you listen to her, she'll never think of you as anyt hing other than asexual? The one who will curl up next to you on the couch, hug you close, kiss you on the cheek, and never let you fucking touch her beyond tha t? Yeah, I'm fucking her. The hot girl who won't even look at you when you nod at them and smile? The one who laughs when you trip in the hallway and drop your stuff? The one who comes u p and coyly asks for your help with her homework, and then pretends you don't ex ist once you finish? Yeah, I'm fucking her too, even harder. The geeky girl you think might be enough like you that you have a chance with he r? She plays warcraft on your server, and watches anime, and reads comics? She's so incredible and you just love her so much but you still haven't worked up the courage to tell her how you feel about her? Guess who just sucked me off and told me they'll always love me? Angry sun Anyone else see asianface in this? When I was about nine, I had recently gotten a Nintendo Entertainment System fro m a garage sale down the road, the first gaming system I ever had. One game that I bought was Super Mario Brothers 3, the final chapter of the widely-acclaimed SMB trilogy, which like in the original Super Mario Brothers consisted of Mario/ Luigi chasing after Princess Toadstool (whose name has since been bastardized to 'Peach'). Back on topic though; I popped in the game in my new NES and pressed Start. I started at World 1, of course, and began playing. During this, I got us ed to the controls, map, and all that jazz. After all, it IS supposed to be kind a like a tutorial level. So I had advanced to World 2, "Desert Land" and I was m oving along rather smoothly. In the back of my mind, I knew that at some point t he levels would start to get more difficult. I soon noticed a tile, one unlike t he other tiles (Toad houses, numbered tiles, etc). It appeared to be some crosshybrid of flowing diarrhea and sand, which caught my attention. I navigated my w ay to the tile, and hit the A button and was warped to what appeared to be a nor mal level; there even was a happy sunshine in the top left corner! As I side-scr olled my way through the level, the fucking sun decided to go apeshit and sodomi ze me repeatedly until I finally broke down in tears, throwing my controller at the ground screaming for my mom. That fucking bastard.

And no, this is not copy pasta. Atarii E.T. Most gamers know the story of the hundreds of thousands of E.T. cartridges Atari crushed, encased in concrete, then buried in Alamogordo, New Mexico. What most gamers don t know is who Atari buried along with them... Azn Rape lol oh my god /b/ I just witnessed something horrible. Today I was in NYC, I take summer classes at an art school in New York, and I sa w a man following an old asian woman and her little Asian grand daughter I think it was. He followed them for 4 blocks before making his move, I only saw all of this because they were all in front of me walking down E22nd street at the time I was walking down it. Anyways, the man kept getting closer and closer to them until finally he hit the woman with a crowbar and grabbed the girl. I immediatel y ran up to him as fast as I could and whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can sa y that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house around 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "yo holmes, sm ell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air. /b/ is... /b/ is the guy who tells the cripple ahead of him in line to hurry up. /b/ is first to get to the window to see the car accident outside. /b/ is the one who wrote your number on the mall's bathroom wall. /b/ is a failing student who makes passes at his young, attractive English teach er. /b/ is the guy loitering on Park Ave. that is always trying to sell you somethin g. /b/ is the one who handed his jizz-drenched clothes to Good Will. /b/ is one who first introduced you to Goatse. /b/ is a hot incest dream that you'll try to forget for days. /b/ is the only one of your group of friends to be secure in his sexuality and s ay anything. /b/ is the guy without ED who still likes trying Viagra. /b/ is the best friend that tags along for your first date and cock-blocks throu ghout night. The decent girl you're trying to bag walks out on the date, /b/ lau ghs and takes you home when you're drunk, and you wake up to several hookers in your house who /b/ called for you. /b/ is a friend that constantly asks you to try mutual masturbation with him. /b/ is the guy who calls a suicide hotline to hit on the adviser. /b/ is nuking the hard-drive next time someone knocks on his door. /b/ is the one who left a used condom outside the schoolyard. /b/ is the voice in your head that tells you that it doesn't matter if she's dru nk. /b/ is the friend who constantly talks about your mom's rack. /b/ is the only one who understands what the hell you saying. /b/ is someone who would pay a hooker to eat his ass, and only that. /b/ is the uncle who has touched you several times. /b/ is still recovering in the hospital, after trying something he saw in a hent ai. /b/ is the pleasure you feel guilty of when you tried playing with your anus dur ing masturbation.

/b/ is wonderful. /b/ is not... I realize that most of you have ether forgotten what /b/ is or are simply newfag s who don't know. /b/ is not where we make posts talking about our personal lives and our problems ...we're not your fucking livejournal /b/ is not some place where we giggle at memes....we're not fucking YTMND /b/ is not some place where we make confessions we're not fucking grouphug /b/ is not some place where we find pictures on other websites and post them her e ...we're not fucking ebaumsworld /b/ is not some site where we go to jerk off to hentai pics....we're not fucking aerisdies /b/ is not some place that you go to, to get someone to hack your girlfriend's e -mail account because shes cheating on you for the 15th time...we're not your fu cking personal army /b/ is not some place you go to ask for help with a personal problem, we're not your fucking psychologist /b/ isn't some place you go to trash talk other people you'll never meet simply because its an anonymous board with "no rules" and you can get away with it with out any repercussion...we're not a fucking group of internet tough guys /b/ is not NICE so /b/....what IS /b/...i want to see how long it takes for someone to get it. Beating up a girl SEE ALSO: Azn rape When I was 13, I tied up this girl that was 12 with a jumprope, then beat the fu ck out of her. By the time I was done, her lip was split, her wrists were bleeding from the rop e cuttin into them, one of her eyes was swollen shut, she was missing two teeth, her small tits will entirely black and blue, her pussy was bleeding, and I m fair ly sure that several bones in her feet were broken. When I let her down, she crumpled on the floor and went into a fetal position an d just hugged her legs to her chest and sobbed quietly. I suddenly got very aroused seeing that, so I pulled out my dick (I has actually hit puberty 12, and was hairy, balls dropped and everything functioning) and st arted jerking off quietly. Eventually, I started to breathe harder, and she noti ced what I was doing, and she just looked at me with this look of absolute horro r on her face. It was at that moment that I climaxed and sprayed probably my biggest load of cu m ever all over her face and chest. Then, I picked up her torn shirt from the ground, wiped off my dick, and tossed it to her. I told her to clean herself up and that if she ever told anyone, I would go to h er house and kill her while she slept, and that if anyone asked who hurt her, sh e should say a bunch of high school kids did it. When I think back on it, I think she was the first girl I ever loved. ...god I m fucked up.

Bento Box I'm looking for a bento box, it cant be pinku (that's Japanese for pink) or any girl color. It has to be of 2 or more kotoba (that's Japanese for 2 compartments ) and has be be chibi (small) sized. And has to be really kawaii (cute). Also It has to be about 10-20 bux. And you have to post pics of it first (i want to mak e shure it's kawaii [cute]). And it would be nice if it came with matching chops tick holder (WITH chopsticks). OH! and it CANNOT have any cartoon pictures, or b e made out of plastic. It has to be made of ceramic, or something like that. Als o it would be nice if it was made in japan. and not in china or corea (Korea) or whatever. I have found a bento box similar to the one im describing in e-bay, b ut it was 1 kotoba, and i don't want my gohan (rice) to touch my other things (i t can get wet and i would not like that, plus 2 compartments looks more kawaii) /b/ Rap we got computer's 'putin' rss feeds are beatin we're on your aggregators we're r ollin' past the hataz you tryna bait the master? you just a masterbater. go'head ask your neighbors, we has a flavor chicken dinner to feed a culture that's get tin' thinner no longer a soloist now we rollin' with the winners do not slumbah, check alexa we got numbahs put on your boxers it's gonna be a hot summer Cooking with Semen COEUR D'ALENE, Idaho Mar 9, 2005 A teenager has agreed to admit to three counts of disturbing the peace after anonymously sending semen-frosted brownies to a fe llow student.

ABC News Has anybody ever tried cooking with their own semen? About a month ago I got adventurous and decided to fap into the frying pan, usin g my semen in place of little extra butter I usually put in the pan when I'm gri lling grill'd cheese. I didn't notice much difference in flavor when I tried it, although it definitel y didn't taste any worse. Last night, however, while in the process leading up to grilling two sandwiches for lunch for myself and my sick mother, I noticed my neighbor's 13 year old dau ghter changing in the yard next door (our window sort of faces out into the neig hbor's yard, the suburban layout of our community is somewhat strange), presumab ly after getting out of the pool. I got the urge to fap and decided to incorpora te it into my cooking again in secret. My mother did seem to notice a difference in flavor for the better - I nonchalan tly told her I used a different butter, which in it's essence wasn't entirely a lie, I just didn't specify it was my nut butter. I'm not about to outright lie t o my mother. I consider myself a respectable man of principles, you know. MOTHERFUCKING SHIT

MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. I WAS JUST MASTURBATING AND EVERYTHING WAS GOING GREAT. I WA S IN MY ROOM, I HAD MY HEADPHONES ON, I WAS TOTALLY NAKED SITTING AT MY COMPUTER FAPPING AWAY TO A VIDEO ON REDTUBE. ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE'S THIS REALLY SHARP P AIN IN MY DICK, LIKE IT JUST GOT STABBED WITH A SEWING NEEDLE. I JERKED MY HAND BACK AND IT BUMPED INTO MY COMPUTER TOWER, WHICH SITS ON THE DESK. WELL, I HAD M Y STICK OF DEODORANT ON TOP OF THE TOWER, AND THAT BITCH FELL OFF AND LANDED DEO DORANT-END-DOWN ON THE HEAD OF MY COCK. HOLY FUCKING SHIT DID THAT HURT, AND ON TOP OF THAT IT HIT SO HARD THAT IT ACTUALLY FORCED SOME DEODORANT INTO MY URETHR A. I'VE NEVER HAD ANYTHING BURN SO BAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUC KING CHAIR AND STOOD UP BECAUSE IT HURT SO BAD; THIS CAUSED MY HEADPHONE CABLE T O GET YANKED OUT OF MY SPEAKERS, WHICH CAUSED "OH YEAH BABY COME DEEP IN MY TIGH T TEEN ASSHOLE UH UH UH" TO GET BLARED THROUGH MY FUCKING HOUSE AND ALMOST MAXIM UM VOLUME. NOW MY EYES ARE WATERING FROM THE PAIN OF THE DEODORANT INSIDE MY COC K BUT I MANAGE TO PUNCH ONE OF MY SPEAKERS HARD ENOUGH SO THEY TURN OFF. I LOOKE D DOWN AND NOTICED BLOOD DRIPPING OFF OF MY COCK; I GUESS THE LIP OF THE PLASTIC DEODORANT THING BIT INTO MY FORESKIN AS IT CONNECTED WITH MY COCK. THE BLOOD WA S DRIPPING DOWN MY LEG. THIS ALL HAPPENED IN THE SPACE OF MAYBE 6 SECONDS. IT MAY SEEM BAD BUT IT GETS W ORSE. JUST AS I'M STANDING THERE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED, MY BEDROOM DOOR FUCKING OPENS. MY DAD WAS STANDING THERE WITH MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER TO JOHNS HOPKINS. I FROZE AND HE STARED AT ME, NAKED WITH MY BLOODY ERECTION FO R MAYBE 15 SECONDS BEFORE HE NOTICED MY COMPUTER MONITOR AND THE BRUTAL ANAL SEX SCENE GOING ON FULL-SCREEN. HE IMMEDIATELY CLOSED THE DOOR AND LEFT WITHOUT SAY ING ANYTHING. THIS MAY SEEM EMBARRASSING BUT MY DAD IS A SERIOUSLY CONSERVATIVE CHRISTIAN. THIS HAPPENED ABOUT 15 MINUTES AGO AND HE HASN'T SAID ANYTHING TO ME YET. I'M STILL IN MY ROOM TRYING TO GET THE GOD DAMN FUCKING OLD SPICE OUT OF MY COCK. WHAT SHOULD I DO /b/? Copypasta chefs Original, hand-crafted copypasta; The perfect present for a wedding, christening , new baby, birthday, anniversary, retirement, mother s day, thank you, school reu nion - any occasion you can think of! Our copypastas are each individually handc rafted by a skilled and dedicated chef and guaranteed to be of the highest quali ty. These beautiful and decorative copypastas are hand-crafted from crushed and powd ered words bound up with only the finest pasta. Every copypasta is completely ha nd made, from the basic raw materials through to the finished product every proc ess is carried out by hand. The only exception is a cleaning and polishing proce ss in which the copypasta is put through special machines. Even these machines h ave been developed for particular use in the preparation of the copypasta, for, although the copypasta is quite durable, fine details such as noses, horses ear' s, swords, daggers and flag staffs could be snapped off if treated too roughly. The National Association of Copypasta Chefs (NACC) is dedicated to protecting ar tists and crafters - their work, creativity and intellectual properties and mark eting rights. I believe to keep the true work of the artist and copypasta chef a live we must act to promote and protect our art and craft. Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex Bullshit you say? It's moar likely than you think . . . Pixplskthnks ok, the society exists, now lets look for "Deer Island" OH FUUUUUUUUUU-Deer Island.

Private getaway to the Skull & Bones Society. What do they do there? They raise children for sex and sex alone. When members of Yale's most secret of secret societies go there as a "getaway," they do not bring their girlfriends. They instead bring small keys [with skull-a nd-crossbone designs on them, how original] made of various metals [typically go ld, sometimes platinum; mixed with stronger substances for strength, of course] taken from the teeth of dead enemies. Mostly fillings, though. What do these keys unlock? Locks to the various underground chambers scattered about the island. There are fifteen tombs of this type [one for each member of this year's chosen bonesmen]. The girls are allowed to grow no older than fourteen years old. They are abused, raped, and taught to like it from birth. They have no nationali ty, no recognizable country of origin. Typically they're the offspring of gullib le [but clean] whores that are brought to Deer Island by clever bonesmen. The wh ores are killed after the childbirth [and detained on the island during the nine months leading up to it]. At thirteen, the girls are allowed to bear children. Before this age, abortions are routine, one of the island's few year-round residents is an abortionist. He is well paid, and is one of the only non-bonesmen ever allowed to take place in the childsex. Once the thirteen/fourteen year old girls have given birth, they are taken into what are near-exact replicas of the gas chambers at Auschwitz camp I [only craft ed from ornate stonework; there are etchings on the walls of various Skull-and-B ones images, the number 322, etc.]. They're told that this will be the site of a celebration of their new child's birth. A futon in the middle of the room is wh ere the child is fucked for the final time, before being choked until unconsciou s, and gassed [once the bonesman has left the chamber safely, of course]. For having made mention of ANY of this, I could be killed. (second post begins here ) The girls are given trust tests at age eight, before fellatio can become part of their sexual repertoire. The bonesman will lay his potential cocksucker down on a cold concrete floor in the middle of a well-lit auditorium underground, and force her to lay spread-eag le. He then inserts a straight razor into her vagina, vertically, slowly, being careful so as to minimize any potential damage. One flinch from the girl, and th e blade is pulled up through the uterus, and the girl is then disposed of [the b onesmen often HOPE for a twitch from the girl, so they can mutilate her with the razor just for fun]. If the child remains calm, the razor is removed, and she i s "rewarded" with the privilege of getting to suck the cock of one of the most p owerful men in the world. Semen must be swallowed, if fellatio is performed. If the child can't get the bo nesman off, he will grab her head, and give a warning thrust, jamming his penis into the back of her throat. She is given a couples seconds to recover, and the quality of her blowjob must either improve, or she will get another thrust, hard

er this time. If a third thrust is necessary, the bonesman does not let go of he r head at all, but rams it into his pelvis, until he ejaculates. The girl is oft en unable to breathe by the end of this, and so, the razor comes out, and the gi rl is finished off. This very rarely happens though, the girls are taught the pr oper respect by the time they reach the age of eight. That's all I can share safely tonight; I'll try to post more soon. I need to mak e it look like I'm here doing research. -"322 minus one" Early Communists Earlycommunism.jpg The very first Communists were early Slavic tribes who owned so little they had to share everything. They were renowned warriors, whose battle tactics consisted of getting as drunk as mortally possible, then drink twice as much more and cha rge at the enemy wielding a hammer in one hand and a sickle in the other. Even i n these early times they were called the Red Army for their red faces (esp. nose s). A Communist Warrior was terrible to behold in battle, bashing, slicing, and breathing alcoholic fumes at his enemies. Mortally wounded, he would merely fall asleep at the field of battle, only to wake up the next morning with regenerate d limbs, healed wounds and a severe headache. Picture is of Carl Marx.

First gay experience Well my first gay experience happened like this: I was about 50 yards or so up this path when I noticed a man standing off the si de of the path apparently staring into the woods. As I got closer I realized his pants were down around his ankles and I could see his ass. Now, I'm straight bu t I have to say that it was a really nicely shaped ass for a man and I took noti ce. I figured maybe he was drunk and just peeing in the bushes, so I started to walk quieter so I wouldn't disturb him. But as I got closer I started hearing st range grunts and sucking sounds. I realized there was another man blowing him. Now, I'm not gay but I slowed my pace down to watch. I slowed and approached the standing man from behind. His friend didn't take any notice as his eyes were ti ghtly closed. I came right up behind the man standing so that I could have reach ed out and touched him. That's when I brought the cinder block down on his head, hard. He collapsed on top of his faggot friend and I quickly finished them both off. I rolled them into the bushes and finished my walk. That was only my first of many such gay encounters. Fried Pig Pussy Mmmmmm... Fried pig pussy! Once you eat one of these pig pussy pork rinds, you'l l never eat another.. human pussy again. But FUCK human pussy! I fuck dead pigs. You'll read all about it in heartburn how I fuck them dead pigs before I turn e m into pork rinds! I couldn't get no twat from serenity back then. She only wanted dildos in her pu ssy twat. Big phony bologna dicks. But now she wants this real cock. Come here s erenity lets show these assholes how we fuck. Lets show these assholes how we fu

ck. My sweet sweet serenity. Fuck an umbilical cord out of your phony asshole, and I'll hang a pig with it, w hile I impregnate you with my 80 year old pork rind dick. You'll give birth to a dead pig and we'll cut him into pork rinds. I'll eat pork rinds with god. In a land that speaks only with its eyes. No langu age, no dildos, no fucking laws! Where the whores can't sell their pussy. Or use their twats to gold dig. A land where us warriors run free with our big dicks o ut, and our fucking hair wild. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, ea t dead pigs. Salt their dead skin and put em in plastic bags. Fuck you, you fuck ing, farting robots. Suck my dead pig. Suck my dead pig! Furry Texan I've been a Furry for 10 years now and want to stop. The problem is that the gro up of furs that I hang out with don't like me now and if I took my fursuit off, they would probably beat me up and kill me. My last boyfriend (a cute b/w wolf) gave me herpes on my ass and now I have a hard time taking a shit. Sometimes I h ave to take an Ex-lax so my shit will come out easy. I've never had sex with a girl, because I don't know how to why I turned Furry. But now I'm just tired of guys ripping 't use lubrication. I've had to get stitches three times. I last night who said he only gives, he doesn't receive, so I and he made me swallow or he would kick my ass. - Tony, Age 20, Austin, Texas Gay In A Locker Room I'm a gay man and I have nothing but fond memories of my time spent in the girls ' locker room. As an effeminately homosexual adolescent, I felt very uncomfortab le and out of place in the loud, nasty, testosterone-fueled environment of the b oys' locker room, so our dyke gym teacher let me use the girls' locker room inst ead. All my friends were girls and they loved me, I was kind of their cuddly lit tle gay mascot. But there's always one bitch who'll kick up a fuss, and it's usu ally the ugliest one in the room. This hatchet-faced shrew called Arlene took is sue with my presence, she was all "Oh I don't feel comfortable with him looking at my naked body", and I was just like "Girl, I wouldn't look at your tired ass if it paid me to". She got over herself eventually. Sometimes I would sashay int o the boys' locker room and pretend I'd forgotten my schoolbag, then I'd run bac k to the girls' locker room and tell them about all the small sad willies I'd se en. I also had great fun towel-whipping those bitches until their fat asses were red raw! Lolz. GOD God is just some guy who bought Sim City and was bored. Some guy sitting at a gi ant computer is controlling you right now. When you have several decisions going through your head and you don't know which one to pick, God does. "Flirt? Tickl e? Entertain?" He decides. You have no say in The Sims. You're just some compute r graphic. That is God. pick them up. That's my ass when they don went out with a fox had to suck his dick

NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN Today was a day that will forever be the climax of my life, at this point, nothi ng could get any better. That little cunt is going to get it, him and his fuckin g family. They are all going to die. ALL OF THEM, ESPECIALLY THE FUCKING CHILDRE N. You see, it started one day, and I was at the fresh young age of 12, the first d ay I ever saw him. He looked friendly at first, but little did I know that that exact day I had met the devil himself, just in a childish form. He asked for my name, and I said my name, which is Caleb. And almost as soon as he heard my name , he yelled out (let me tell you that this was inside of a school) "Hey, everybo dy! It's Caleb the Cunt-Sucker!" Everyone laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Eve n the teachers were laughing. It was degrading, it was down right.....damning. I t continued thought the rest of my years in school, and I even went as far as al most committing suicide. After I got out of school, I got a job at a local garage. It wasn't the cleanest , or well-paying of jobs, but it got me threw. I had to stay at home, I hardly h ad any money, let alone have money to pay for a house. One day, I was driving ba ck home, and I saw him. And not only did he have a perfect house and a perfect c ar, he had a family. A picture-perfect family. I snapped that day, and when I go t home, I started planning his downfall. Now, today was the day, the day that I would for fill my dream of killing all of them. I will be back later to tell you the result. And I will finally tell the brutal death of those fucking maggots. I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest . "How?" you ask. Well apparently there are a select few contexts within which suc h an action is acceptable. For instance, if your niece has a hacking cough and y our sister asks you to "put some of this on her" while she calls the doctor. "Putting some of this on hear" meant using my bare hands to rub this vapor ointm ent shit all over her BARE NAKED CHEST. My heartbeat is still all erratic from i t. I had a boner the size of Manhattan the entire time. She's sleeping now and I guess she feels better because she stopped coughing. Details: She's about 5 feet tall, has long brown hair, a cute face, a thin waist and long skinny legs. She's in jammies I think because although I'm pretty shak en up right now I know I unbuttoned something before I went at it. God I feel so great. I just rubbed my hands all over her FUCKING TITS, you guys. Well the puffy parts of her chest anyway. Her nipples got hard. I just about we pt tears of joy. I didn't do anything else because I'm a coward and rubbing was enough. Plus it w as legal and I didn't technically do anything wrong, so I'm in the clear. I'd write more but I seriously have to go fap while the memory is fresh in my he ad. Jar Jar Binks

I like to wear a elaborate Jar Jar Binks costume and mask as part of my every da y life. I went to the grocery store, and saw how depressed everyone was so I tho ught I would help. I started dancing in the aisles, and yelling at people, and r unning up to people and taking things out of their cart. It was great fun. Then when I went to check out, there was only one lane open and a long line. I scream ed and screamed while in line and danced, bumping into other people. I opened a box of baking soda and threw it around. Finally I got to the checkout. I started making noises at the cashier, and I kept pressing buttons on the computer. Some people in line were groaning because the line was getting very long, but that g ave me even more incentive to make them laugh. I climbed onto the table and star ted kicking peoples groceries on the floor and singing. The manager and one of h is goons pulled me off and said I could never shop there again. Can I sue for ha rassment or possibly assault? Boner Exposed h boy /b/ I sure did it this time I am in so much shit here it's not even funny. Every once in a while I babysit m y niece and cousin for some extra money, said niece is 7 and the cousin is 5. I was sitting there and I found one of my uncles Penthouse magazines and started f lipping trough the pages, secretly so the kids wouldn't see it. I was sitting co mfortably when suddenly I flip open a page to THE HOTTEST GIRL I EVER SEEN. So I am sitting there checking her out when suddenly my niece spills apple juice all over my pants. I almost shout out god dammit but I managed to hold that shit in when my niece says as I am standing up: "You can put your trousers in the washing machine I know how it works!" So I unbutton my pants and take them off, forgetting that recently I lost a lot of weight (22 po unds) and thus my underwear falls down on the floor. Exposing the boner the Pent house pet just gave me. And just as my niece points at my my shlong saying: "Why is it all hard like that?" My uncle and aunt walk in the room because they forg ot their wallet. To make a long story short I was kicked out of the house, my uncle slapping me o n the head (hard) shouting I'm a pervert, which I am not, and my aunt shouting t hey'd call the police on me and I was never to come to their house again. What the fuck do I do now?! Meeting a Truck I remember it was the summer '06. Some friends and I had been on the road for a couple of weeks. Just travelling around, little bit of a road trip. Stopping off where we felt. Going to lots of pubs, clubs, parties, etc. Anyway one night we set out from our motel room to go to a nearby bar. We get there and it's fairly quiet. We had a few drinks but decided it was kinda boring and we were going to find some place else to drink for the night. Then just as we're leaving, she cau ght my eye. Across the room was the most beautiful truck I've ever seen. 87 mode l, was wearing a 200 gallon mixer tank, you know the kind. She had tyres that we nt on for days. A part of me was ready to leave already. But a part of me knew t hat if I didn't at least talk to her I'd regret it. I downed the last of my drin k to get a little Dutch courage, then I made my move. I walked up to her and sai d, "Hi." Girls like this usually don't give me the time of day. But something wa s different this time. I don't know what it it was, if she was in a different mo od cos she was on holidays, too, or if I was just in the zone that night or what . But much to my surprise she was totally into me. Every smile was met with a fl ash of her headlights, every joke was met with a honk of her horn. She was into me, it was time to close it. "Would you like to join me at my room?" I really ha d gone too far ths time. But instead I hear, "Sure, let's go." I couldn't believ e it. It was on. The sexiest truck I've ever seen and she wants to have sex with me! Unbelievable! We get back to my room, make out for a while then made passio

nate love. The next day she headed off back home to work in a strip mine. She ga ve me her email address and we still keep in contact from time to time. But that was the best night of my life and I'll never forget her. See Also Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

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Copypasta/Archive 1 <Copypasta Contents 1 Archive 1 2 DICTATORSHIP 3 No Fun At All 3.1 Civil War, /b/ 3.2 I Just Fucked My Sister 3.3 The Girl Next Door 3.4 Alpha Male 3.5 Angry sun 3.6 Atarii E.T. 3.7 Azn Rape lol 3.8 /b/ is... 3.9 /b/ is not... 3.10 Beating up a girl 3.11 Bento Box 3.12 /b/ Rap 3.13 Cooking with Semen 3.14 MOTHERFUCKING SHIT 3.15 Copypasta chefs 3.16 Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex 3.17 Early Communists 3.18 First gay experience 3.19 Fried Pig Pussy 3.20 Furry Texan 3.21 Gay In A Locker Room 3.22 GOD 3.23 NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN 3.24 I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl 's bare chest 3.25 Jar Jar Binks 3.26 Boner Exposed 3.27 Meeting a Truck 4 See Also Archive 1 DICTATORSHIP Hello,

A few months ago, the YSflight community was in a mess, wityh flaming trolling a nd general spamming being the nor on a destroyed YSPilots. Just as hope seemed l ost, this forum arived. YSFlight Head-Quarters. It was a beacon of hope in a sea of rage and hate. But all to soon it became apparent that little had actually c hanged, trolls were still there and the troubles were not gone, merely sleeping. When I joined YSFHQ I believed that this was the way forward, with a large moder ation team and a forum set up to make the most of he good things in YSFlight. Bu t it was soon clear that this was far from the truth. In may I looked towards the world of virtual airlines, and I sw that there was o nly one airline in existence. I thought this was an appalling sate for this to b e in, so I decided to create Air Terranean, to show that you can create virtual airlines on Headquarters. We soon grew and recieved out certification in record time, clearly showing that it was possible to do this. Now back then, we and our friends in the other VA did not get on too well, but we resolved our arguments each time they happened. Then soemthing else came along that would threatena nd then destroy all that har d work. This was a threat I had not expected and was more damaging as a result. The founder and Administrator of YSFHQ, Iceman, intentionally ruining the reputa tion of these two airlines and asking them to go to war on each other! Almost ev eryone on both sides refused, saying that this was an argument between 4 people, not two entire airlines. Still he kept it up, knowing that he was damaging both airlines, and the Air Terranean, being new, would struggle to stay alive. At this point the corruption of YSFHQ became apparent, as Turbofan, the then Civ ilian Head of YSFHQ was leaving due to the fact that his life required more of h is time for work. So a new moderator had to be found. As you will see in my last paragraph, I sauid almost everyone disagreed with Iceman's call for a war. But there was one who awnted it, more than anything else. He wanted a war between th ese Airlines, despite what it would do. And because he agreed with Iceman and we nt against eveyone else and reason, so it was that Midnight Rambler was chosen t o head the civillian section. Ok, things were still going along fine, and MR was doing a decent job. But then we get to the point that truly reveals how this forum works. In august, I figured that I would soon not be able to run Air terranean, owing t o the fact I would start my A-Levels. As a result I handed it to the person who promised me that he was "100% commited" to Air Terranean and could do the job. I gave it to Fariiniq. However, as soon as I did this, and he acknowledged. He va nished, he was absent for considerable time and left us leaderless, thus damagin g ATVA as a whole, giving the idea that it was inactive. Then He comes back and decides that, being inactive a while, and not actually do ing what he said he would, he decided to declare this airline "dead", calling it s name "mud" and that the only hope for "a fresh start" would be to leave this r uin and join his own VA. I later discovered that he had been planning to create his own airline since before he accepted the position of CEO, and before he decl ared that the was "100% commited to Air Terranean". Now, he convinces everyone in Air terranean to join, and they all believe him th at it is dead, even though we are logging many flight hours. So he comes onto HQ , destroys Air Terranean's own website, and delcares that he has legitiamtely op ened his own airline. An HQ mod tells me to post on here my complaint, and Midni ght Rambler, the supposedly fair and impartial person who was chosen for the pos tition of head admin for the civillian section, decides to delete my post and gi ve me a warning for "flaming". Several times I am told that I was complaining th

e "wrong way", so I ask him how should I complain then, if this is the case. To add insult to injury, All of HQ's mods and admins decide that despite everyth ing, and the fact I have complained, Fariiniq is the good guy, so anything I say is from now on "flaming". When I made a complaint I get warnings, one of which was becasue of the "abuse" I have sent to Midnight Rambler over the PMs. BTW, I made a few notes on how he moderated, and accused him of not being an impartial moderator, which I believe is legitimate on this forum, considering there is a w hole section for people tp truly flame against the staff! When I make a complaint against the fact that despite all this Iceman has still refused to remove his lie on the blog, that we are at war, I get another warning for flaming. People, let me ask you, what kind of system decides what you can say and not say based on how well you bow down to the chief admin? Who, when somebody disagrees , places several warnings, (one of which was just for makiing a post which did " not contribute" to the topic as such), brings them within an inch of being banne d and lets the person who took away what they had worked for get away with it? I speak out and look, I am on probation, my life on YS has been destroyed and an ything I worked towards has beentrodden on and ground to dust. I got a two day b an on the Team speak for asking Fariiniq a question, which was nothing to do wit h any issues we have. Fariiniq also decides that he hates me to the extent, that I am not allowed to do anyhting on Teamspeak, and that abny request I make is " flaming" and a bannable offence. So people, This shows you that in the end, it does not matter how much you contr ibute to YS, how much enthusiasm you have, or what you have done for the communi ty. If you dare speak out against this dictatorship, you will be silenced. I sen d this message to all of you this way, for all of my posts are moderated before anybody else can see them. So this complaint for sure, would be blocked from the public view. People, you can try all you like, but If you are not an old friend then that is it. I know that I am not the only person who is infuriated with this system, far fro m it. There is a large part of the YSFlight population who are also angry at teh way that this corrupt regime operates, and would glady remove it if possible. By the time many of you have seen this, it is likely I will have been banned. If so then this will show how dictatorial the admins are, and how they dslike the truth, settling for only waht they want to hear. The truth after all, is far too... Inconvenient.

No Fun At All Earl Sandwich watched with an anxious expression as his family, which consisted of Mrs. Sandwich, Peanut the dog, and Grape the cat, who was listed last because the writer of this story doesn t like her very much. When Earl saw the family car drive off for some unstated reason for an exaggerat ed period of time, he nearly shat his tan slacks. WOO HOO! He shouted, and dove to his cell phone.

He immediately reached the contacts list and selected a contact named PLAYMATE . It let out that frickin annoying dial tone for a few seconds before the contact ans wered. Hello? Tiger Arbelt answered his phone. Meanwhile, one of the fat, ugly, fans of M alak s fan-fictions gasped at the sudden plot twist. Then she farted and read on, reaching for a bowl of cheese puffs. Ti-ti? OH! Earl responded. It s Earl.

Tiger exclaimed in the girliest way imaginable. Wassup, mai boo?

Come on over and I ll show you Tiger giggled in a rather irritation fashion. It was like the sound of a sheet o f metal rubbing against a giant cheese grater. Okay, anything you say, pookie bea r. Meanwhile, Gman was walking down the road when a car struck him, killing Gman in stantly. Did we justGrape began to ask.

NO! Mrs. Sandwich shouted, and her head grew twice as large as she floored the gas pedal and drove off to their unstated location. Tiger was back at the Sandwich residence and was already French-kissing Earl in his hairy, bearded mouth. It was not stated WHERE they were exactly in the house , but they were in there somewhere Oh. Tiger exclaimed. You taste delicious.

Earl laughed and showed his vampire fangs, because he was a vampire. Not a REAL vampire, but one of those stupid ones from Twilight . Thank you. fans. He said as he horribly sparkled in the sunlight, blinding some of Malak s Tiger shouted as he did a bac Umineko No Naku Koro Ni w

Excuse me as I slip into something more comfortable. k-flip and landed into a nearby bathroom.

When he came out, he was wearing the dress Beatrice from ore, complete with the flower hairpiece and everything.

Tits. Earl said seductively as he lifted Tiger up and carried him to the bedroom. Oh Earl. Tiger said in a whiny, obnoxious voice.

Meanwhile, Bill woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he dec ided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. E ven though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents . There was one slimy box that looked like a gun. Then Bill noticed that Zoey was out of bed too. She must not have been able to w ait for her presents either. Bill thought that he would surprise Zoey. Maybe even sneak up behind her and jum

p her on her bloody penis. That always made Zoey hot. Bill crept angrily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its old lights, and the presents, heaped up huskily, and the mistletoe han ging from the ceiling, and Zoey. Kissing someone. Bill was so angry, he picked up a ammo from a table and threw it sexily on the t ank. They both looked around. "Zoey, you sweaty zombie!" Bill yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with.. ." Bill looked and then rubbed his leg and looked again. It was Santa Claus. "Let me explain," Zoey said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a we t kiss it was." "Well, I suppose," Bill said firmly. "If he was under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be muscly." That seemed reasonable. Bill went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa. Santa was the best kisser ever, like a hot molotov fire burning in the moonlight . He made Bill's eye feel all hard. "You see?" Zoey said gently and Bill saw. So they had a threeway. Everybody's presents were late. As Earl threw Tiger on the bed and exposed his disco stick. Tiger positioned him self and wrapped his arms, I repeat, ARMS, around the phallus and began sucking. Oh GOD Earl shouted. r Tiger s face. Enough talk. moaned. OH GOD!! OneOneOneOne Earl shrilled as he splattered cum all ove

Tiger said, positioning his tailhole in front of Earl s dick. Take me. He

Stu made chocolate pudding for his niece so much, it soon possessed his mind, an d all what he could think about was chocolate pudding. His wife tried to snap him out of it, but she was not successful. When Stu offered the pudding to his niece, she said she was hungry. So for some reason Stu went back downstairs to make more chocolate pudding, and when he brou ght it back upstairs, he finally snapped, and screamed at the top of his lungs. He then began imaging strange songs in his head. Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka? Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka?

The sex between the vampire Earl Sandwich and the canine Tiger Arbelt was a trul y disturbing sight. It was horrible, capable of driving anyone who saw such an a bomination mad. The women ran in terror, men did their best to try and stop it, but to no avail. Eventually, the desperate townsfolk called upon a specialist to deal with this situation. They received two. Ichigo Kurosaki and Ronove approached the two and tried to stop them, but Ichigo was immediately disintegrated but the sheer force of the sex, and Ronove had no choice but to leave. Eventually, the two lovers stopped fucking, and piece was restored to the land. Th e rest of the sandwich clan returned to the house, completely oblivious to what had happened despite what the other townsfolk told them. Let s go play outside Peanut. Grape said. But in reality, they went into Peanut s room and fucked. Meanwhile, a small band of angry fans stormed into OP s private chambers and began to beat him with red hot iron rods. Civil War, /b/ There's some shit going on /b/ right now. It's like a Civil War going on /b/. An d there is two sides, oldfags and newfags, and newfags have go to go. Anytime ol dfags want to have a good time ignorant ass newfags fucking it up. Can't do shit ! Can't do SHIT, without some ignorant ass fucking it up! Can't do nothing! Can' t make some original content thread open more than 100 posts. Grand opening...gr and closing. Can't see cool posts on the front page... WHY? Because newfags are talking about THE BEST. Discuss. I Just Fucked My Sister Well wouldn't you hit it? Over and over again? Response: I would........with my truck Truck is too small This is NOT copypasta. I repeat NOT copypasta. I know coming to /b/ for advice is a top notch bad idea, but I honestly have no where else to turn because this situation directly involves my family, and frien ds. Let me start from the beginning, I am 18 and my sister is 21. I just finished hi gh school and my sister is home from college. I guess this year her grades start ed slipping or something, because I walked past her room and she was crying. I w alked inside her room to ask her what's up and she hands me a letter - apparentl y she's up for review by her college for dismissal. I feel kinda sorry for her s o I gave her a hug and one thing led to another and we started making out. This is really weird because I've made out with girls before, but my sister blows the m all out of the water. In the back of my mind lies the fact that she's my siste r and what we are doing is sick and wrong, but I guess my sister has more experi ence and it felt so fucking good. Here's the dilemma - after making out, Karen started taking her clothes off and

she started pulling my pants down. I'm like, hey, what are you doing? She's like , oh come on Jordan, aren't you even a LITTLE curious? I felt bad because its tr ue, my sister is a hottie and I always wished that she wasn't my sister. I've ev en gone as far as to fap to thoughts of doing her. She then said "For tonight, l et's not be brother and sister. I really need this because I feel like shit righ t now and our parents won't be back till late and we aren't going to tell anyone . I pretty much just fucked my sister. No, to be more honest, I just lost my virgi nity to my sister. My question, /b/, is WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW?? What do peop le usually do after they fuck their sisters? Pic very related; that's Karen. The Girl Next Door When I was 12 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Cleveland and anyway, the girl next door and I were really go od friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Tran sformers with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playin g truth or dare, which turned into 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine". So a nyway there I Was, 12 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and t he chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. So What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there . To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air. Alpha Male I'm an Alpha male /b/. And girls want to fuck alpha males. Let it piss you off as much as you want, but you know it's completely true. That girl you like who is kinda cute in a weird way, but is totally sweet and you have the biggest crush on? The one who keeps g oing back to guys who treat her wrong for reasons you don't understand? The one who calls you up at 1 am to cry about how her boyfriend hasn't called her in 3 d ays, and no matter how long you listen to her, she'll never think of you as anyt hing other than asexual? The one who will curl up next to you on the couch, hug you close, kiss you on the cheek, and never let you fucking touch her beyond tha t? Yeah, I'm fucking her. The hot girl who won't even look at you when you nod at them and smile? The one who laughs when you trip in the hallway and drop your stuff? The one who comes u p and coyly asks for your help with her homework, and then pretends you don't ex ist once you finish? Yeah, I'm fucking her too, even harder. The geeky girl you think might be enough like you that you have a chance with he r? She plays warcraft on your server, and watches anime, and reads comics? She's so incredible and you just love her so much but you still haven't worked up the courage to tell her how you feel about her? Guess who just sucked me off and told me they'll always love me?

Angry sun Anyone else see asianface in this? When I was about nine, I had recently gotten a Nintendo Entertainment System fro m a garage sale down the road, the first gaming system I ever had. One game that I bought was Super Mario Brothers 3, the final chapter of the widely-acclaimed SMB trilogy, which like in the original Super Mario Brothers consisted of Mario/ Luigi chasing after Princess Toadstool (whose name has since been bastardized to 'Peach'). Back on topic though; I popped in the game in my new NES and pressed Start. I started at World 1, of course, and began playing. During this, I got us ed to the controls, map, and all that jazz. After all, it IS supposed to be kind a like a tutorial level. So I had advanced to World 2, "Desert Land" and I was m oving along rather smoothly. In the back of my mind, I knew that at some point t he levels would start to get more difficult. I soon noticed a tile, one unlike t he other tiles (Toad houses, numbered tiles, etc). It appeared to be some crosshybrid of flowing diarrhea and sand, which caught my attention. I navigated my w ay to the tile, and hit the A button and was warped to what appeared to be a nor mal level; there even was a happy sunshine in the top left corner! As I side-scr olled my way through the level, the fucking sun decided to go apeshit and sodomi ze me repeatedly until I finally broke down in tears, throwing my controller at the ground screaming for my mom. That fucking bastard. And no, this is not copy pasta. Atarii E.T. Most gamers know the story of the hundreds of thousands of E.T. cartridges Atari crushed, encased in concrete, then buried in Alamogordo, New Mexico. What most gamers don t know is who Atari buried along with them... Azn Rape lol oh my god /b/ I just witnessed something horrible. Today I was in NYC, I take summer classes at an art school in New York, and I sa w a man following an old asian woman and her little Asian grand daughter I think it was. He followed them for 4 blocks before making his move, I only saw all of this because they were all in front of me walking down E22nd street at the time I was walking down it. Anyways, the man kept getting closer and closer to them until finally he hit the woman with a crowbar and grabbed the girl. I immediatel y ran up to him as fast as I could and whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can sa y that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house around 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "yo holmes, sm ell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air. /b/ is... /b/ /b/ /b/ /b/ er. /b/ g. /b/ is is is is the guy who tells the cripple ahead of him in line to hurry up. first to get to the window to see the car accident outside. the one who wrote your number on the mall's bathroom wall. a failing student who makes passes at his young, attractive English teach

is the guy loitering on Park Ave. that is always trying to sell you somethin is the one who handed his jizz-drenched clothes to Good Will.

/b/ is one who first introduced you to Goatse. /b/ is a hot incest dream that you'll try to forget for days. /b/ is the only one of your group of friends to be secure in his sexuality and s ay anything. /b/ is the guy without ED who still likes trying Viagra. /b/ is the best friend that tags along for your first date and cock-blocks throu ghout night. The decent girl you're trying to bag walks out on the date, /b/ lau ghs and takes you home when you're drunk, and you wake up to several hookers in your house who /b/ called for you. /b/ is a friend that constantly asks you to try mutual masturbation with him. /b/ is the guy who calls a suicide hotline to hit on the adviser. /b/ is nuking the hard-drive next time someone knocks on his door. /b/ is the one who left a used condom outside the schoolyard. /b/ is the voice in your head that tells you that it doesn't matter if she's dru nk. /b/ is the friend who constantly talks about your mom's rack. /b/ is the only one who understands what the hell you saying. /b/ is someone who would pay a hooker to eat his ass, and only that. /b/ is the uncle who has touched you several times. /b/ is still recovering in the hospital, after trying something he saw in a hent ai. /b/ is the pleasure you feel guilty of when you tried playing with your anus dur ing masturbation. /b/ is wonderful. /b/ is not... I realize that most of you have ether forgotten what /b/ is or are simply newfag s who don't know. /b/ is not where we make posts talking about our personal lives and our problems ...we're not your fucking livejournal /b/ is not some place where we giggle at memes....we're not fucking YTMND /b/ is not some place where we make confessions we're not fucking grouphug /b/ is not some place where we find pictures on other websites and post them her e ...we're not fucking ebaumsworld /b/ is not some site where we go to jerk off to hentai pics....we're not fucking aerisdies /b/ is not some place that you go to, to get someone to hack your girlfriend's e -mail account because shes cheating on you for the 15th time...we're not your fu cking personal army /b/ is not some place you go to ask for help with a personal problem, we're not your fucking psychologist /b/ isn't some place you go to trash talk other people you'll never meet simply because its an anonymous board with "no rules" and you can get away with it with out any repercussion...we're not a fucking group of internet tough guys /b/ is not NICE so /b/....what IS /b/...i want to see how long it takes for someone to get it. Beating up a girl SEE ALSO: Azn rape When I was 13, I tied up this girl that was 12 with a jumprope, then beat the fu ck out of her. By the time I was done, her lip was split, her wrists were bleeding from the rop e cuttin into them, one of her eyes was swollen shut, she was missing two teeth, her small tits will entirely black and blue, her pussy was bleeding, and I m fair ly sure that several bones in her feet were broken.

When I let her down, she crumpled on the floor and went into a fetal position an d just hugged her legs to her chest and sobbed quietly. I suddenly got very aroused seeing that, so I pulled out my dick (I has actually hit puberty 12, and was hairy, balls dropped and everything functioning) and st arted jerking off quietly. Eventually, I started to breathe harder, and she noti ced what I was doing, and she just looked at me with this look of absolute horro r on her face. It was at that moment that I climaxed and sprayed probably my biggest load of cu m ever all over her face and chest. Then, I picked up her torn shirt from the ground, wiped off my dick, and tossed it to her. I told her to clean herself up and that if she ever told anyone, I would go to h er house and kill her while she slept, and that if anyone asked who hurt her, sh e should say a bunch of high school kids did it. When I think back on it, I think she was the first girl I ever loved. ...god I m fucked up. Bento Box I'm looking for a bento box, it cant be pinku (that's Japanese for pink) or any girl color. It has to be of 2 or more kotoba (that's Japanese for 2 compartments ) and has be be chibi (small) sized. And has to be really kawaii (cute). Also It has to be about 10-20 bux. And you have to post pics of it first (i want to mak e shure it's kawaii [cute]). And it would be nice if it came with matching chops tick holder (WITH chopsticks). OH! and it CANNOT have any cartoon pictures, or b e made out of plastic. It has to be made of ceramic, or something like that. Als o it would be nice if it was made in japan. and not in china or corea (Korea) or whatever. I have found a bento box similar to the one im describing in e-bay, b ut it was 1 kotoba, and i don't want my gohan (rice) to touch my other things (i t can get wet and i would not like that, plus 2 compartments looks more kawaii) /b/ Rap we got computer's 'putin' rss feeds are beatin we're on your aggregators we're r ollin' past the hataz you tryna bait the master? you just a masterbater. go'head ask your neighbors, we has a flavor chicken dinner to feed a culture that's get tin' thinner no longer a soloist now we rollin' with the winners do not slumbah, check alexa we got numbahs put on your boxers it's gonna be a hot summer Cooking with Semen COEUR D'ALENE, Idaho Mar 9, 2005 A teenager has agreed to admit to three counts of disturbing the peace after anonymously sending semen-frosted brownies to a fe llow student.

ABC News Has anybody ever tried cooking with their own semen?

About a month ago I got adventurous and decided to fap into the frying pan, usin g my semen in place of little extra butter I usually put in the pan when I'm gri lling grill'd cheese. I didn't notice much difference in flavor when I tried it, although it definitel y didn't taste any worse. Last night, however, while in the process leading up to grilling two sandwiches for lunch for myself and my sick mother, I noticed my neighbor's 13 year old dau ghter changing in the yard next door (our window sort of faces out into the neig hbor's yard, the suburban layout of our community is somewhat strange), presumab ly after getting out of the pool. I got the urge to fap and decided to incorpora te it into my cooking again in secret. My mother did seem to notice a difference in flavor for the better - I nonchalan tly told her I used a different butter, which in it's essence wasn't entirely a lie, I just didn't specify it was my nut butter. I'm not about to outright lie t o my mother. I consider myself a respectable man of principles, you know. MOTHERFUCKING SHIT MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. I WAS JUST MASTURBATING AND EVERYTHING WAS GOING GREAT. I WA S IN MY ROOM, I HAD MY HEADPHONES ON, I WAS TOTALLY NAKED SITTING AT MY COMPUTER FAPPING AWAY TO A VIDEO ON REDTUBE. ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE'S THIS REALLY SHARP P AIN IN MY DICK, LIKE IT JUST GOT STABBED WITH A SEWING NEEDLE. I JERKED MY HAND BACK AND IT BUMPED INTO MY COMPUTER TOWER, WHICH SITS ON THE DESK. WELL, I HAD M Y STICK OF DEODORANT ON TOP OF THE TOWER, AND THAT BITCH FELL OFF AND LANDED DEO DORANT-END-DOWN ON THE HEAD OF MY COCK. HOLY FUCKING SHIT DID THAT HURT, AND ON TOP OF THAT IT HIT SO HARD THAT IT ACTUALLY FORCED SOME DEODORANT INTO MY URETHR A. I'VE NEVER HAD ANYTHING BURN SO BAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUC KING CHAIR AND STOOD UP BECAUSE IT HURT SO BAD; THIS CAUSED MY HEADPHONE CABLE T O GET YANKED OUT OF MY SPEAKERS, WHICH CAUSED "OH YEAH BABY COME DEEP IN MY TIGH T TEEN ASSHOLE UH UH UH" TO GET BLARED THROUGH MY FUCKING HOUSE AND ALMOST MAXIM UM VOLUME. NOW MY EYES ARE WATERING FROM THE PAIN OF THE DEODORANT INSIDE MY COC K BUT I MANAGE TO PUNCH ONE OF MY SPEAKERS HARD ENOUGH SO THEY TURN OFF. I LOOKE D DOWN AND NOTICED BLOOD DRIPPING OFF OF MY COCK; I GUESS THE LIP OF THE PLASTIC DEODORANT THING BIT INTO MY FORESKIN AS IT CONNECTED WITH MY COCK. THE BLOOD WA S DRIPPING DOWN MY LEG. THIS ALL HAPPENED IN THE SPACE OF MAYBE 6 SECONDS. IT MAY SEEM BAD BUT IT GETS W ORSE. JUST AS I'M STANDING THERE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED, MY BEDROOM DOOR FUCKING OPENS. MY DAD WAS STANDING THERE WITH MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER TO JOHNS HOPKINS. I FROZE AND HE STARED AT ME, NAKED WITH MY BLOODY ERECTION FO R MAYBE 15 SECONDS BEFORE HE NOTICED MY COMPUTER MONITOR AND THE BRUTAL ANAL SEX SCENE GOING ON FULL-SCREEN. HE IMMEDIATELY CLOSED THE DOOR AND LEFT WITHOUT SAY ING ANYTHING. THIS MAY SEEM EMBARRASSING BUT MY DAD IS A SERIOUSLY CONSERVATIVE CHRISTIAN. THIS HAPPENED ABOUT 15 MINUTES AGO AND HE HASN'T SAID ANYTHING TO ME YET. I'M STILL IN MY ROOM TRYING TO GET THE GOD DAMN FUCKING OLD SPICE OUT OF MY COCK. WHAT SHOULD I DO /b/? Copypasta chefs Original, hand-crafted copypasta; The perfect present for a wedding, christening , new baby, birthday, anniversary, retirement, mother s day, thank you, school reu nion - any occasion you can think of! Our copypastas are each individually handc rafted by a skilled and dedicated chef and guaranteed to be of the highest quali ty.

These beautiful and decorative copypastas are hand-crafted from crushed and powd ered words bound up with only the finest pasta. Every copypasta is completely ha nd made, from the basic raw materials through to the finished product every proc ess is carried out by hand. The only exception is a cleaning and polishing proce ss in which the copypasta is put through special machines. Even these machines h ave been developed for particular use in the preparation of the copypasta, for, although the copypasta is quite durable, fine details such as noses, horses ear' s, swords, daggers and flag staffs could be snapped off if treated too roughly. The National Association of Copypasta Chefs (NACC) is dedicated to protecting ar tists and crafters - their work, creativity and intellectual properties and mark eting rights. I believe to keep the true work of the artist and copypasta chef a live we must act to promote and protect our art and craft. Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex Bullshit you say? It's moar likely than you think . . . Pixplskthnks ok, the society exists, now lets look for "Deer Island" OH FUUUUUUUUUU-Deer Island. Private getaway to the Skull & Bones Society. What do they do there? They raise children for sex and sex alone. When members of Yale's most secret of secret societies go there as a "getaway," they do not bring their girlfriends. They instead bring small keys [with skull-a nd-crossbone designs on them, how original] made of various metals [typically go ld, sometimes platinum; mixed with stronger substances for strength, of course] taken from the teeth of dead enemies. Mostly fillings, though. What do these keys unlock? Locks to the various underground chambers scattered about the island. There are fifteen tombs of this type [one for each member of this year's chosen bonesmen]. The girls are allowed to grow no older than fourteen years old. They are abused, raped, and taught to like it from birth. They have no nationali ty, no recognizable country of origin. Typically they're the offspring of gullib le [but clean] whores that are brought to Deer Island by clever bonesmen. The wh ores are killed after the childbirth [and detained on the island during the nine months leading up to it]. At thirteen, the girls are allowed to bear children. Before this age, abortions are routine, one of the island's few year-round residents is an abortionist. He is well paid, and is one of the only non-bonesmen ever allowed to take place in the childsex. Once the thirteen/fourteen year old girls have given birth, they are taken into what are near-exact replicas of the gas chambers at Auschwitz camp I [only craft ed from ornate stonework; there are etchings on the walls of various Skull-and-B ones images, the number 322, etc.]. They're told that this will be the site of a celebration of their new child's birth. A futon in the middle of the room is wh ere the child is fucked for the final time, before being choked until unconsciou

s, and gassed [once the bonesman has left the chamber safely, of course]. For having made mention of ANY of this, I could be killed. (second post begins here ) The girls are given trust tests at age eight, before fellatio can become part of their sexual repertoire. The bonesman will lay his potential cocksucker down on a cold concrete floor in the middle of a well-lit auditorium underground, and force her to lay spread-eag le. He then inserts a straight razor into her vagina, vertically, slowly, being careful so as to minimize any potential damage. One flinch from the girl, and th e blade is pulled up through the uterus, and the girl is then disposed of [the b onesmen often HOPE for a twitch from the girl, so they can mutilate her with the razor just for fun]. If the child remains calm, the razor is removed, and she i s "rewarded" with the privilege of getting to suck the cock of one of the most p owerful men in the world. Semen must be swallowed, if fellatio is performed. If the child can't get the bo nesman off, he will grab her head, and give a warning thrust, jamming his penis into the back of her throat. She is given a couples seconds to recover, and the quality of her blowjob must either improve, or she will get another thrust, hard er this time. If a third thrust is necessary, the bonesman does not let go of he r head at all, but rams it into his pelvis, until he ejaculates. The girl is oft en unable to breathe by the end of this, and so, the razor comes out, and the gi rl is finished off. This very rarely happens though, the girls are taught the pr oper respect by the time they reach the age of eight. That's all I can share safely tonight; I'll try to post more soon. I need to mak e it look like I'm here doing research. -"322 minus one" Early Communists Earlycommunism.jpg The very first Communists were early Slavic tribes who owned so little they had to share everything. They were renowned warriors, whose battle tactics consisted of getting as drunk as mortally possible, then drink twice as much more and cha rge at the enemy wielding a hammer in one hand and a sickle in the other. Even i n these early times they were called the Red Army for their red faces (esp. nose s). A Communist Warrior was terrible to behold in battle, bashing, slicing, and breathing alcoholic fumes at his enemies. Mortally wounded, he would merely fall asleep at the field of battle, only to wake up the next morning with regenerate d limbs, healed wounds and a severe headache. Picture is of Carl Marx.

First gay experience Well my first gay experience happened like this: I was about 50 yards or so up this path when I noticed de of the path apparently staring into the woods. As I pants were down around his ankles and I could see his t I have to say that it was a really nicely shaped ass a man standing off the si got closer I realized his ass. Now, I'm straight bu for a man and I took noti

ce. I figured maybe he was drunk and just peeing in the bushes, so I started to walk quieter so I wouldn't disturb him. But as I got closer I started hearing st range grunts and sucking sounds. I realized there was another man blowing him. Now, I'm not gay but I slowed my pace down to watch. I slowed and approached the standing man from behind. His friend didn't take any notice as his eyes were ti ghtly closed. I came right up behind the man standing so that I could have reach ed out and touched him. That's when I brought the cinder block down on his head, hard. He collapsed on top of his faggot friend and I quickly finished them both off. I rolled them into the bushes and finished my walk. That was only my first of many such gay encounters. Fried Pig Pussy Mmmmmm... Fried pig pussy! Once you eat one of these pig pussy pork rinds, you'l l never eat another.. human pussy again. But FUCK human pussy! I fuck dead pigs. You'll read all about it in heartburn how I fuck them dead pigs before I turn e m into pork rinds! I couldn't get no twat from serenity back then. She only wanted dildos in her pu ssy twat. Big phony bologna dicks. But now she wants this real cock. Come here s erenity lets show these assholes how we fuck. Lets show these assholes how we fu ck. My sweet sweet serenity. Fuck an umbilical cord out of your phony asshole, and I'll hang a pig with it, w hile I impregnate you with my 80 year old pork rind dick. You'll give birth to a dead pig and we'll cut him into pork rinds. I'll eat pork rinds with god. In a land that speaks only with its eyes. No langu age, no dildos, no fucking laws! Where the whores can't sell their pussy. Or use their twats to gold dig. A land where us warriors run free with our big dicks o ut, and our fucking hair wild. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, ea t dead pigs. Salt their dead skin and put em in plastic bags. Fuck you, you fuck ing, farting robots. Suck my dead pig. Suck my dead pig! Furry Texan I've been a Furry for 10 years now and want to stop. The problem is that the gro up of furs that I hang out with don't like me now and if I took my fursuit off, they would probably beat me up and kill me. My last boyfriend (a cute b/w wolf) gave me herpes on my ass and now I have a hard time taking a shit. Sometimes I h ave to take an Ex-lax so my shit will come out easy. I've never had sex with a girl, because I don't know how to why I turned Furry. But now I'm just tired of guys ripping 't use lubrication. I've had to get stitches three times. I last night who said he only gives, he doesn't receive, so I and he made me swallow or he would kick my ass. - Tony, Age 20, Austin, Texas Gay In A Locker Room I'm a gay man and I have nothing but fond memories of my time spent in the girls ' locker room. As an effeminately homosexual adolescent, I felt very uncomfortab pick them up. That's my ass when they don went out with a fox had to suck his dick

le and out of place in the loud, nasty, testosterone-fueled environment of the b oys' locker room, so our dyke gym teacher let me use the girls' locker room inst ead. All my friends were girls and they loved me, I was kind of their cuddly lit tle gay mascot. But there's always one bitch who'll kick up a fuss, and it's usu ally the ugliest one in the room. This hatchet-faced shrew called Arlene took is sue with my presence, she was all "Oh I don't feel comfortable with him looking at my naked body", and I was just like "Girl, I wouldn't look at your tired ass if it paid me to". She got over herself eventually. Sometimes I would sashay int o the boys' locker room and pretend I'd forgotten my schoolbag, then I'd run bac k to the girls' locker room and tell them about all the small sad willies I'd se en. I also had great fun towel-whipping those bitches until their fat asses were red raw! Lolz. GOD God is just some guy who bought Sim City and was bored. Some guy sitting at a gi ant computer is controlling you right now. When you have several decisions going through your head and you don't know which one to pick, God does. "Flirt? Tickl e? Entertain?" He decides. You have no say in The Sims. You're just some compute r graphic. That is God. NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN Today was a day that will forever be the climax of my life, at this point, nothi ng could get any better. That little cunt is going to get it, him and his fuckin g family. They are all going to die. ALL OF THEM, ESPECIALLY THE FUCKING CHILDRE N. You see, it started one day, and I was at the fresh young age of 12, the first d ay I ever saw him. He looked friendly at first, but little did I know that that exact day I had met the devil himself, just in a childish form. He asked for my name, and I said my name, which is Caleb. And almost as soon as he heard my name , he yelled out (let me tell you that this was inside of a school) "Hey, everybo dy! It's Caleb the Cunt-Sucker!" Everyone laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Eve n the teachers were laughing. It was degrading, it was down right.....damning. I t continued thought the rest of my years in school, and I even went as far as al most committing suicide. After I got out of school, I got a job at a local garage. It wasn't the cleanest , or well-paying of jobs, but it got me threw. I had to stay at home, I hardly h ad any money, let alone have money to pay for a house. One day, I was driving ba ck home, and I saw him. And not only did he have a perfect house and a perfect c ar, he had a family. A picture-perfect family. I snapped that day, and when I go t home, I started planning his downfall. Now, today was the day, the day that I would for fill my dream of killing all of them. I will be back later to tell you the result. And I will finally tell the brutal death of those fucking maggots. I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest . "How?" you ask. Well apparently there are a select few contexts within which suc h an action is acceptable. For instance, if your niece has a hacking cough and y our sister asks you to "put some of this on her" while she calls the doctor.

"Putting some of this on hear" meant using my bare hands to rub this vapor ointm ent shit all over her BARE NAKED CHEST. My heartbeat is still all erratic from i t. I had a boner the size of Manhattan the entire time. She's sleeping now and I guess she feels better because she stopped coughing. Details: She's about 5 feet tall, has long brown hair, a cute face, a thin waist and long skinny legs. She's in jammies I think because although I'm pretty shak en up right now I know I unbuttoned something before I went at it. God I feel so great. I just rubbed my hands all over her FUCKING TITS, you guys. Well the puffy parts of her chest anyway. Her nipples got hard. I just about we pt tears of joy. I didn't do anything else because I'm a coward and rubbing was enough. Plus it w as legal and I didn't technically do anything wrong, so I'm in the clear. I'd write more but I seriously have to go fap while the memory is fresh in my he ad. Jar Jar Binks I like to wear a elaborate Jar Jar Binks costume and mask as part of my every da y life. I went to the grocery store, and saw how depressed everyone was so I tho ught I would help. I started dancing in the aisles, and yelling at people, and r unning up to people and taking things out of their cart. It was great fun. Then when I went to check out, there was only one lane open and a long line. I scream ed and screamed while in line and danced, bumping into other people. I opened a box of baking soda and threw it around. Finally I got to the checkout. I started making noises at the cashier, and I kept pressing buttons on the computer. Some people in line were groaning because the line was getting very long, but that g ave me even more incentive to make them laugh. I climbed onto the table and star ted kicking peoples groceries on the floor and singing. The manager and one of h is goons pulled me off and said I could never shop there again. Can I sue for ha rassment or possibly assault? Boner Exposed h boy /b/ I sure did it this time I am in so much shit here it's not even funny. Every once in a while I babysit m y niece and cousin for some extra money, said niece is 7 and the cousin is 5. I was sitting there and I found one of my uncles Penthouse magazines and started f lipping trough the pages, secretly so the kids wouldn't see it. I was sitting co mfortably when suddenly I flip open a page to THE HOTTEST GIRL I EVER SEEN. So I am sitting there checking her out when suddenly my niece spills apple juice all over my pants. I almost shout out god dammit but I managed to hold that shit in when my niece says as I am standing up: "You can put your trousers in the washing machine I know how it works!" So I unbutton my pants and take them off, forgetting that recently I lost a lot of weight (22 po unds) and thus my underwear falls down on the floor. Exposing the boner the Pent house pet just gave me. And just as my niece points at my my shlong saying: "Why is it all hard like that?" My uncle and aunt walk in the room because they forg ot their wallet. To make a long story short I was kicked out of the house, my uncle slapping me o n the head (hard) shouting I'm a pervert, which I am not, and my aunt shouting t hey'd call the police on me and I was never to come to their house again.

What the fuck do I do now?! Meeting a Truck I remember it was the summer '06. Some friends and I had been on the road for a couple of weeks. Just travelling around, little bit of a road trip. Stopping off where we felt. Going to lots of pubs, clubs, parties, etc. Anyway one night we set out from our motel room to go to a nearby bar. We get there and it's fairly quiet. We had a few drinks but decided it was kinda boring and we were going to find some place else to drink for the night. Then just as we're leaving, she cau ght my eye. Across the room was the most beautiful truck I've ever seen. 87 mode l, was wearing a 200 gallon mixer tank, you know the kind. She had tyres that we nt on for days. A part of me was ready to leave already. But a part of me knew t hat if I didn't at least talk to her I'd regret it. I downed the last of my drin k to get a little Dutch courage, then I made my move. I walked up to her and sai d, "Hi." Girls like this usually don't give me the time of day. But something wa s different this time. I don't know what it it was, if she was in a different mo od cos she was on holidays, too, or if I was just in the zone that night or what . But much to my surprise she was totally into me. Every smile was met with a fl ash of her headlights, every joke was met with a honk of her horn. She was into me, it was time to close it. "Would you like to join me at my room?" I really ha d gone too far ths time. But instead I hear, "Sure, let's go." I couldn't believ e it. It was on. The sexiest truck I've ever seen and she wants to have sex with me! Unbelievable! We get back to my room, make out for a while then made passio nate love. The next day she headed off back home to work in a strip mine. She ga ve me her email address and we still keep in contact from time to time. But that was the best night of my life and I'll never forget her. See Also Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

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Copypasta/Archive 1 <Copypasta Contents 1 Archive 1 2 DICTATORSHIP 3 No Fun At All 3.1 Civil War, /b/ 3.2 I Just Fucked My Sister 3.3 The Girl Next Door 3.4 Alpha Male 3.5 Angry sun 3.6 Atarii E.T. 3.7 Azn Rape lol 3.8 /b/ is... 3.9 /b/ is not... 3.10 Beating up a girl 3.11 Bento Box

3.12 /b/ Rap 3.13 Cooking with Semen 3.14 MOTHERFUCKING SHIT 3.15 Copypasta chefs 3.16 Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex 3.17 Early Communists 3.18 First gay experience 3.19 Fried Pig Pussy 3.20 Furry Texan 3.21 Gay In A Locker Room 3.22 GOD 3.23 NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN 3.24 I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl 's bare chest 3.25 Jar Jar Binks 3.26 Boner Exposed 3.27 Meeting a Truck 4 See Also Archive 1 DICTATORSHIP Hello, A few months ago, the YSflight community was in a mess, wityh flaming trolling a nd general spamming being the nor on a destroyed YSPilots. Just as hope seemed l ost, this forum arived. YSFlight Head-Quarters. It was a beacon of hope in a sea of rage and hate. But all to soon it became apparent that little had actually c hanged, trolls were still there and the troubles were not gone, merely sleeping. When I joined YSFHQ I believed that this was the way forward, with a large moder ation team and a forum set up to make the most of he good things in YSFlight. Bu t it was soon clear that this was far from the truth. In may I looked towards the world of virtual airlines, and I sw that there was o nly one airline in existence. I thought this was an appalling sate for this to b e in, so I decided to create Air Terranean, to show that you can create virtual airlines on Headquarters. We soon grew and recieved out certification in record time, clearly showing that it was possible to do this. Now back then, we and our friends in the other VA did not get on too well, but we resolved our arguments each time they happened. Then soemthing else came along that would threatena nd then destroy all that har d work. This was a threat I had not expected and was more damaging as a result. The founder and Administrator of YSFHQ, Iceman, intentionally ruining the reputa tion of these two airlines and asking them to go to war on each other! Almost ev eryone on both sides refused, saying that this was an argument between 4 people, not two entire airlines. Still he kept it up, knowing that he was damaging both airlines, and the Air Terranean, being new, would struggle to stay alive. At this point the corruption of YSFHQ became apparent, as Turbofan, the then Civ ilian Head of YSFHQ was leaving due to the fact that his life required more of h is time for work. So a new moderator had to be found. As you will see in my last paragraph, I sauid almost everyone disagreed with Iceman's call for a war. But there was one who awnted it, more than anything else. He wanted a war between th ese Airlines, despite what it would do. And because he agreed with Iceman and we nt against eveyone else and reason, so it was that Midnight Rambler was chosen t o head the civillian section. Ok, things were still going along fine, and MR was doing a decent job. But then

we get to the point that truly reveals how this forum works. In august, I figured that I would soon not be able to run Air terranean, owing t o the fact I would start my A-Levels. As a result I handed it to the person who promised me that he was "100% commited" to Air Terranean and could do the job. I gave it to Fariiniq. However, as soon as I did this, and he acknowledged. He va nished, he was absent for considerable time and left us leaderless, thus damagin g ATVA as a whole, giving the idea that it was inactive. Then He comes back and decides that, being inactive a while, and not actually do ing what he said he would, he decided to declare this airline "dead", calling it s name "mud" and that the only hope for "a fresh start" would be to leave this r uin and join his own VA. I later discovered that he had been planning to create his own airline since before he accepted the position of CEO, and before he decl ared that the was "100% commited to Air Terranean". Now, he convinces everyone in Air terranean to join, and they all believe him th at it is dead, even though we are logging many flight hours. So he comes onto HQ , destroys Air Terranean's own website, and delcares that he has legitiamtely op ened his own airline. An HQ mod tells me to post on here my complaint, and Midni ght Rambler, the supposedly fair and impartial person who was chosen for the pos tition of head admin for the civillian section, decides to delete my post and gi ve me a warning for "flaming". Several times I am told that I was complaining th e "wrong way", so I ask him how should I complain then, if this is the case. To add insult to injury, All of HQ's mods and admins decide that despite everyth ing, and the fact I have complained, Fariiniq is the good guy, so anything I say is from now on "flaming". When I made a complaint I get warnings, one of which was becasue of the "abuse" I have sent to Midnight Rambler over the PMs. BTW, I made a few notes on how he moderated, and accused him of not being an impartial moderator, which I believe is legitimate on this forum, considering there is a w hole section for people tp truly flame against the staff! When I make a complaint against the fact that despite all this Iceman has still refused to remove his lie on the blog, that we are at war, I get another warning for flaming. People, let me ask you, what kind of system decides what you can say and not say based on how well you bow down to the chief admin? Who, when somebody disagrees , places several warnings, (one of which was just for makiing a post which did " not contribute" to the topic as such), brings them within an inch of being banne d and lets the person who took away what they had worked for get away with it? I speak out and look, I am on probation, my life on YS has been destroyed and an ything I worked towards has beentrodden on and ground to dust. I got a two day b an on the Team speak for asking Fariiniq a question, which was nothing to do wit h any issues we have. Fariiniq also decides that he hates me to the extent, that I am not allowed to do anyhting on Teamspeak, and that abny request I make is " flaming" and a bannable offence. So people, This shows you that in the end, it does not matter how much you contr ibute to YS, how much enthusiasm you have, or what you have done for the communi ty. If you dare speak out against this dictatorship, you will be silenced. I sen d this message to all of you this way, for all of my posts are moderated before anybody else can see them. So this complaint for sure, would be blocked from the public view. People, you can try all you like, but If you are not an old friend then that is it. I know that I am not the only person who is infuriated with this system, far fro m it. There is a large part of the YSFlight population who are also angry at teh

way that this corrupt regime operates, and would glady remove it if possible. By the time many of you have seen this, it is likely I will have been banned. If so then this will show how dictatorial the admins are, and how they dslike the truth, settling for only waht they want to hear. The truth after all, is far too... Inconvenient.

No Fun At All Earl Sandwich watched with an anxious expression as his family, which consisted of Mrs. Sandwich, Peanut the dog, and Grape the cat, who was listed last because the writer of this story doesn t like her very much. When Earl saw the family car drive off for some unstated reason for an exaggerat ed period of time, he nearly shat his tan slacks. WOO HOO! He shouted, and dove to his cell phone. He immediately reached the contacts list and selected a contact named PLAYMATE . It let out that frickin annoying dial tone for a few seconds before the contact ans wered. Hello? Tiger Arbelt answered his phone. Meanwhile, one of the fat, ugly, fans of M alak s fan-fictions gasped at the sudden plot twist. Then she farted and read on, reaching for a bowl of cheese puffs. Ti-ti? OH! Earl responded. It s Earl.

Tiger exclaimed in the girliest way imaginable. Wassup, mai boo?

Come on over and I ll show you Tiger giggled in a rather irritation fashion. It was like the sound of a sheet o f metal rubbing against a giant cheese grater. Okay, anything you say, pookie bea r. Meanwhile, Gman was walking down the road when a car struck him, killing Gman in stantly. Did we justGrape began to ask.

NO! Mrs. Sandwich shouted, and her head grew twice as large as she floored the gas pedal and drove off to their unstated location. Tiger was back at the Sandwich residence and was already French-kissing Earl in his hairy, bearded mouth. It was not stated WHERE they were exactly in the house , but they were in there somewhere Oh. Tiger exclaimed. You taste delicious.

Earl laughed and showed his vampire fangs, because he was a vampire. Not a REAL vampire, but one of those stupid ones from Twilight .

Thank you. fans.

He said as he horribly sparkled in the sunlight, blinding some of Malak s Tiger shouted as he did a bac Umineko No Naku Koro Ni w

Excuse me as I slip into something more comfortable. k-flip and landed into a nearby bathroom.

When he came out, he was wearing the dress Beatrice from ore, complete with the flower hairpiece and everything.

Tits. Earl said seductively as he lifted Tiger up and carried him to the bedroom. Oh Earl. Tiger said in a whiny, obnoxious voice.

Meanwhile, Bill woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he dec ided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. E ven though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents . There was one slimy box that looked like a gun. Then Bill noticed that Zoey was out of bed too. She must not have been able to w ait for her presents either. Bill thought that he would surprise Zoey. Maybe even sneak up behind her and jum p her on her bloody penis. That always made Zoey hot. Bill crept angrily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its old lights, and the presents, heaped up huskily, and the mistletoe han ging from the ceiling, and Zoey. Kissing someone. Bill was so angry, he picked up a ammo from a table and threw it sexily on the t ank. They both looked around. "Zoey, you sweaty zombie!" Bill yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with.. ." Bill looked and then rubbed his leg and looked again. It was Santa Claus. "Let me explain," Zoey said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a we t kiss it was." "Well, I suppose," Bill said firmly. "If he was under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be muscly." That seemed reasonable. Bill went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa. Santa was the best kisser ever, like a hot molotov fire burning in the moonlight . He made Bill's eye feel all hard. "You see?" Zoey said gently and Bill saw. So they had a threeway. Everybody's presents were late. As Earl threw Tiger on the bed and exposed his disco stick. Tiger positioned him self and wrapped his arms, I repeat, ARMS, around the phallus and began sucking.

Oh GOD Earl shouted. r Tiger s face. Enough talk. moaned.

OH GOD!! OneOneOneOne Earl shrilled as he splattered cum all ove

Tiger said, positioning his tailhole in front of Earl s dick. Take me. He

Stu made chocolate pudding for his niece so much, it soon possessed his mind, an d all what he could think about was chocolate pudding. His wife tried to snap him out of it, but she was not successful. When Stu offered the pudding to his niece, she said she was hungry. So for some reason Stu went back downstairs to make more chocolate pudding, and when he brou ght it back upstairs, he finally snapped, and screamed at the top of his lungs. He then began imaging strange songs in his head. Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka? Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka? The sex between the vampire Earl Sandwich and the canine Tiger Arbelt was a trul y disturbing sight. It was horrible, capable of driving anyone who saw such an a bomination mad. The women ran in terror, men did their best to try and stop it, but to no avail. Eventually, the desperate townsfolk called upon a specialist to deal with this situation. They received two. Ichigo Kurosaki and Ronove approached the two and tried to stop them, but Ichigo was immediately disintegrated but the sheer force of the sex, and Ronove had no choice but to leave. Eventually, the two lovers stopped fucking, and piece was restored to the land. Th e rest of the sandwich clan returned to the house, completely oblivious to what had happened despite what the other townsfolk told them. Let s go play outside Peanut. Grape said. But in reality, they went into Peanut s room and fucked. Meanwhile, a small band of angry fans stormed into OP s private chambers and began to beat him with red hot iron rods. Civil War, /b/ There's some shit going on /b/ right now. It's like a Civil War going on /b/. An d there is two sides, oldfags and newfags, and newfags have go to go. Anytime ol dfags want to have a good time ignorant ass newfags fucking it up. Can't do shit ! Can't do SHIT, without some ignorant ass fucking it up! Can't do nothing! Can' t make some original content thread open more than 100 posts. Grand opening...gr and closing. Can't see cool posts on the front page... WHY? Because newfags are talking about THE BEST. Discuss.

I Just Fucked My Sister Well wouldn't you hit it? Over and over again? Response: I would........with my truck Truck is too small This is NOT copypasta. I repeat NOT copypasta. I know coming to /b/ for advice is a top notch bad idea, but I honestly have no where else to turn because this situation directly involves my family, and frien ds. Let me start from the beginning, I am 18 and my sister is 21. I just finished hi gh school and my sister is home from college. I guess this year her grades start ed slipping or something, because I walked past her room and she was crying. I w alked inside her room to ask her what's up and she hands me a letter - apparentl y she's up for review by her college for dismissal. I feel kinda sorry for her s o I gave her a hug and one thing led to another and we started making out. This is really weird because I've made out with girls before, but my sister blows the m all out of the water. In the back of my mind lies the fact that she's my siste r and what we are doing is sick and wrong, but I guess my sister has more experi ence and it felt so fucking good. Here's the dilemma - after making out, Karen started taking her clothes off and she started pulling my pants down. I'm like, hey, what are you doing? She's like , oh come on Jordan, aren't you even a LITTLE curious? I felt bad because its tr ue, my sister is a hottie and I always wished that she wasn't my sister. I've ev en gone as far as to fap to thoughts of doing her. She then said "For tonight, l et's not be brother and sister. I really need this because I feel like shit righ t now and our parents won't be back till late and we aren't going to tell anyone . I pretty much just fucked my sister. No, to be more honest, I just lost my virgi nity to my sister. My question, /b/, is WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW?? What do peop le usually do after they fuck their sisters? Pic very related; that's Karen. The Girl Next Door When I was 12 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Cleveland and anyway, the girl next door and I were really go od friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Tran sformers with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playin g truth or dare, which turned into 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine". So a nyway there I Was, 12 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and t he chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. So What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there . To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air. Alpha Male I'm an Alpha male /b/. And girls want to fuck alpha males. Let it piss you off as much as you want, but you know it's completely true. That girl you like who is kinda cute in a weird way, but is totally sweet and you have the biggest crush on? The one who keeps g

oing back to guys who treat her wrong for reasons you don't understand? The one who calls you up at 1 am to cry about how her boyfriend hasn't called her in 3 d ays, and no matter how long you listen to her, she'll never think of you as anyt hing other than asexual? The one who will curl up next to you on the couch, hug you close, kiss you on the cheek, and never let you fucking touch her beyond tha t? Yeah, I'm fucking her. The hot girl who won't even look at you when you nod at them and smile? The one who laughs when you trip in the hallway and drop your stuff? The one who comes u p and coyly asks for your help with her homework, and then pretends you don't ex ist once you finish? Yeah, I'm fucking her too, even harder. The geeky girl you think might be enough like you that you have a chance with he r? She plays warcraft on your server, and watches anime, and reads comics? She's so incredible and you just love her so much but you still haven't worked up the courage to tell her how you feel about her? Guess who just sucked me off and told me they'll always love me? Angry sun Anyone else see asianface in this? When I was about nine, I had recently gotten a Nintendo Entertainment System fro m a garage sale down the road, the first gaming system I ever had. One game that I bought was Super Mario Brothers 3, the final chapter of the widely-acclaimed SMB trilogy, which like in the original Super Mario Brothers consisted of Mario/ Luigi chasing after Princess Toadstool (whose name has since been bastardized to 'Peach'). Back on topic though; I popped in the game in my new NES and pressed Start. I started at World 1, of course, and began playing. During this, I got us ed to the controls, map, and all that jazz. After all, it IS supposed to be kind a like a tutorial level. So I had advanced to World 2, "Desert Land" and I was m oving along rather smoothly. In the back of my mind, I knew that at some point t he levels would start to get more difficult. I soon noticed a tile, one unlike t he other tiles (Toad houses, numbered tiles, etc). It appeared to be some crosshybrid of flowing diarrhea and sand, which caught my attention. I navigated my w ay to the tile, and hit the A button and was warped to what appeared to be a nor mal level; there even was a happy sunshine in the top left corner! As I side-scr olled my way through the level, the fucking sun decided to go apeshit and sodomi ze me repeatedly until I finally broke down in tears, throwing my controller at the ground screaming for my mom. That fucking bastard. And no, this is not copy pasta. Atarii E.T. Most gamers know the story of the hundreds of thousands of E.T. cartridges Atari crushed, encased in concrete, then buried in Alamogordo, New Mexico. What most gamers don t know is who Atari buried along with them... Azn Rape lol oh my god /b/ I just witnessed something horrible. Today I was in NYC, I take summer classes at an art school in New York, and I sa w a man following an old asian woman and her little Asian grand daughter I think

it was. He followed them for 4 blocks before making his move, I only saw all of this because they were all in front of me walking down E22nd street at the time I was walking down it. Anyways, the man kept getting closer and closer to them until finally he hit the woman with a crowbar and grabbed the girl. I immediatel y ran up to him as fast as I could and whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can sa y that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house around 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "yo holmes, sm ell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air. /b/ is... /b/ is the guy who tells the cripple ahead of him in line to hurry up. /b/ is first to get to the window to see the car accident outside. /b/ is the one who wrote your number on the mall's bathroom wall. /b/ is a failing student who makes passes at his young, attractive English teach er. /b/ is the guy loitering on Park Ave. that is always trying to sell you somethin g. /b/ is the one who handed his jizz-drenched clothes to Good Will. /b/ is one who first introduced you to Goatse. /b/ is a hot incest dream that you'll try to forget for days. /b/ is the only one of your group of friends to be secure in his sexuality and s ay anything. /b/ is the guy without ED who still likes trying Viagra. /b/ is the best friend that tags along for your first date and cock-blocks throu ghout night. The decent girl you're trying to bag walks out on the date, /b/ lau ghs and takes you home when you're drunk, and you wake up to several hookers in your house who /b/ called for you. /b/ is a friend that constantly asks you to try mutual masturbation with him. /b/ is the guy who calls a suicide hotline to hit on the adviser. /b/ is nuking the hard-drive next time someone knocks on his door. /b/ is the one who left a used condom outside the schoolyard. /b/ is the voice in your head that tells you that it doesn't matter if she's dru nk. /b/ is the friend who constantly talks about your mom's rack. /b/ is the only one who understands what the hell you saying. /b/ is someone who would pay a hooker to eat his ass, and only that. /b/ is the uncle who has touched you several times. /b/ is still recovering in the hospital, after trying something he saw in a hent ai. /b/ is the pleasure you feel guilty of when you tried playing with your anus dur ing masturbation. /b/ is wonderful. /b/ is not... I realize that most of you have ether forgotten what /b/ is or are simply newfag s who don't know. /b/ is not where we make posts talking about our personal lives and our problems ...we're not your fucking livejournal /b/ is not some place where we giggle at memes....we're not fucking YTMND /b/ is not some place where we make confessions we're not fucking grouphug /b/ is not some place where we find pictures on other websites and post them her e ...we're not fucking ebaumsworld /b/ is not some site where we go to jerk off to hentai pics....we're not fucking aerisdies

/b/ is not some place that you go to, to get someone to hack your girlfriend's e -mail account because shes cheating on you for the 15th time...we're not your fu cking personal army /b/ is not some place you go to ask for help with a personal problem, we're not your fucking psychologist /b/ isn't some place you go to trash talk other people you'll never meet simply because its an anonymous board with "no rules" and you can get away with it with out any repercussion...we're not a fucking group of internet tough guys /b/ is not NICE so /b/....what IS /b/...i want to see how long it takes for someone to get it. Beating up a girl SEE ALSO: Azn rape When I was 13, I tied up this girl that was 12 with a jumprope, then beat the fu ck out of her. By the time I was done, her lip was split, her wrists were bleeding from the rop e cuttin into them, one of her eyes was swollen shut, she was missing two teeth, her small tits will entirely black and blue, her pussy was bleeding, and I m fair ly sure that several bones in her feet were broken. When I let her down, she crumpled on the floor and went into a fetal position an d just hugged her legs to her chest and sobbed quietly. I suddenly got very aroused seeing that, so I pulled out my dick (I has actually hit puberty 12, and was hairy, balls dropped and everything functioning) and st arted jerking off quietly. Eventually, I started to breathe harder, and she noti ced what I was doing, and she just looked at me with this look of absolute horro r on her face. It was at that moment that I climaxed and sprayed probably my biggest load of cu m ever all over her face and chest. Then, I picked up her torn shirt from the ground, wiped off my dick, and tossed it to her. I told her to clean herself up and that if she ever told anyone, I would go to h er house and kill her while she slept, and that if anyone asked who hurt her, sh e should say a bunch of high school kids did it. When I think back on it, I think she was the first girl I ever loved. ...god I m fucked up. Bento Box I'm looking for a bento box, it cant be pinku (that's Japanese for pink) or any girl color. It has to be of 2 or more kotoba (that's Japanese for 2 compartments ) and has be be chibi (small) sized. And has to be really kawaii (cute). Also It has to be about 10-20 bux. And you have to post pics of it first (i want to mak e shure it's kawaii [cute]). And it would be nice if it came with matching chops tick holder (WITH chopsticks). OH! and it CANNOT have any cartoon pictures, or b e made out of plastic. It has to be made of ceramic, or something like that. Als o it would be nice if it was made in japan. and not in china or corea (Korea) or whatever. I have found a bento box similar to the one im describing in e-bay, b ut it was 1 kotoba, and i don't want my gohan (rice) to touch my other things (i t can get wet and i would not like that, plus 2 compartments looks more kawaii)

/b/ Rap we got computer's 'putin' rss feeds are beatin we're on your aggregators we're r ollin' past the hataz you tryna bait the master? you just a masterbater. go'head ask your neighbors, we has a flavor chicken dinner to feed a culture that's get tin' thinner no longer a soloist now we rollin' with the winners do not slumbah, check alexa we got numbahs put on your boxers it's gonna be a hot summer Cooking with Semen COEUR D'ALENE, Idaho Mar 9, 2005 A teenager has agreed to admit to three counts of disturbing the peace after anonymously sending semen-frosted brownies to a fe llow student.

ABC News Has anybody ever tried cooking with their own semen? About a month ago I got adventurous and decided to fap into the frying pan, usin g my semen in place of little extra butter I usually put in the pan when I'm gri lling grill'd cheese. I didn't notice much difference in flavor when I tried it, although it definitel y didn't taste any worse. Last night, however, while in the process leading up to grilling two sandwiches for lunch for myself and my sick mother, I noticed my neighbor's 13 year old dau ghter changing in the yard next door (our window sort of faces out into the neig hbor's yard, the suburban layout of our community is somewhat strange), presumab ly after getting out of the pool. I got the urge to fap and decided to incorpora te it into my cooking again in secret. My mother did seem to notice a difference in flavor for the better - I nonchalan tly told her I used a different butter, which in it's essence wasn't entirely a lie, I just didn't specify it was my nut butter. I'm not about to outright lie t o my mother. I consider myself a respectable man of principles, you know. MOTHERFUCKING SHIT MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. I WAS JUST MASTURBATING AND EVERYTHING WAS GOING GREAT. I WA S IN MY ROOM, I HAD MY HEADPHONES ON, I WAS TOTALLY NAKED SITTING AT MY COMPUTER FAPPING AWAY TO A VIDEO ON REDTUBE. ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE'S THIS REALLY SHARP P AIN IN MY DICK, LIKE IT JUST GOT STABBED WITH A SEWING NEEDLE. I JERKED MY HAND BACK AND IT BUMPED INTO MY COMPUTER TOWER, WHICH SITS ON THE DESK. WELL, I HAD M Y STICK OF DEODORANT ON TOP OF THE TOWER, AND THAT BITCH FELL OFF AND LANDED DEO DORANT-END-DOWN ON THE HEAD OF MY COCK. HOLY FUCKING SHIT DID THAT HURT, AND ON TOP OF THAT IT HIT SO HARD THAT IT ACTUALLY FORCED SOME DEODORANT INTO MY URETHR A. I'VE NEVER HAD ANYTHING BURN SO BAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUC KING CHAIR AND STOOD UP BECAUSE IT HURT SO BAD; THIS CAUSED MY HEADPHONE CABLE T O GET YANKED OUT OF MY SPEAKERS, WHICH CAUSED "OH YEAH BABY COME DEEP IN MY TIGH T TEEN ASSHOLE UH UH UH" TO GET BLARED THROUGH MY FUCKING HOUSE AND ALMOST MAXIM UM VOLUME. NOW MY EYES ARE WATERING FROM THE PAIN OF THE DEODORANT INSIDE MY COC

K BUT I MANAGE TO PUNCH ONE OF MY SPEAKERS HARD ENOUGH SO THEY TURN OFF. I LOOKE D DOWN AND NOTICED BLOOD DRIPPING OFF OF MY COCK; I GUESS THE LIP OF THE PLASTIC DEODORANT THING BIT INTO MY FORESKIN AS IT CONNECTED WITH MY COCK. THE BLOOD WA S DRIPPING DOWN MY LEG. THIS ALL HAPPENED IN THE SPACE OF MAYBE 6 SECONDS. IT MAY SEEM BAD BUT IT GETS W ORSE. JUST AS I'M STANDING THERE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED, MY BEDROOM DOOR FUCKING OPENS. MY DAD WAS STANDING THERE WITH MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER TO JOHNS HOPKINS. I FROZE AND HE STARED AT ME, NAKED WITH MY BLOODY ERECTION FO R MAYBE 15 SECONDS BEFORE HE NOTICED MY COMPUTER MONITOR AND THE BRUTAL ANAL SEX SCENE GOING ON FULL-SCREEN. HE IMMEDIATELY CLOSED THE DOOR AND LEFT WITHOUT SAY ING ANYTHING. THIS MAY SEEM EMBARRASSING BUT MY DAD IS A SERIOUSLY CONSERVATIVE CHRISTIAN. THIS HAPPENED ABOUT 15 MINUTES AGO AND HE HASN'T SAID ANYTHING TO ME YET. I'M STILL IN MY ROOM TRYING TO GET THE GOD DAMN FUCKING OLD SPICE OUT OF MY COCK. WHAT SHOULD I DO /b/? Copypasta chefs Original, hand-crafted copypasta; The perfect present for a wedding, christening , new baby, birthday, anniversary, retirement, mother s day, thank you, school reu nion - any occasion you can think of! Our copypastas are each individually handc rafted by a skilled and dedicated chef and guaranteed to be of the highest quali ty. These beautiful and decorative copypastas are hand-crafted from crushed and powd ered words bound up with only the finest pasta. Every copypasta is completely ha nd made, from the basic raw materials through to the finished product every proc ess is carried out by hand. The only exception is a cleaning and polishing proce ss in which the copypasta is put through special machines. Even these machines h ave been developed for particular use in the preparation of the copypasta, for, although the copypasta is quite durable, fine details such as noses, horses ear' s, swords, daggers and flag staffs could be snapped off if treated too roughly. The National Association of Copypasta Chefs (NACC) is dedicated to protecting ar tists and crafters - their work, creativity and intellectual properties and mark eting rights. I believe to keep the true work of the artist and copypasta chef a live we must act to promote and protect our art and craft. Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex Bullshit you say? It's moar likely than you think . . . Pixplskthnks ok, the society exists, now lets look for "Deer Island" OH FUUUUUUUUUU-Deer Island. Private getaway to the Skull & Bones Society. What do they do there? They raise children for sex and sex alone. When members of Yale's most secret of secret societies go there as a "getaway," they do not bring their girlfriends. They instead bring small keys [with skull-a nd-crossbone designs on them, how original] made of various metals [typically go ld, sometimes platinum; mixed with stronger substances for strength, of course] taken from the teeth of dead enemies. Mostly fillings, though. What do these keys unlock?

Locks to the various underground chambers scattered about the island. There are fifteen tombs of this type [one for each member of this year's chosen bonesmen]. The girls are allowed to grow no older than fourteen years old. They are abused, raped, and taught to like it from birth. They have no nationali ty, no recognizable country of origin. Typically they're the offspring of gullib le [but clean] whores that are brought to Deer Island by clever bonesmen. The wh ores are killed after the childbirth [and detained on the island during the nine months leading up to it]. At thirteen, the girls are allowed to bear children. Before this age, abortions are routine, one of the island's few year-round residents is an abortionist. He is well paid, and is one of the only non-bonesmen ever allowed to take place in the childsex. Once the thirteen/fourteen year old girls have given birth, they are taken into what are near-exact replicas of the gas chambers at Auschwitz camp I [only craft ed from ornate stonework; there are etchings on the walls of various Skull-and-B ones images, the number 322, etc.]. They're told that this will be the site of a celebration of their new child's birth. A futon in the middle of the room is wh ere the child is fucked for the final time, before being choked until unconsciou s, and gassed [once the bonesman has left the chamber safely, of course]. For having made mention of ANY of this, I could be killed. (second post begins here ) The girls are given trust tests at age eight, before fellatio can become part of their sexual repertoire. The bonesman will lay his potential cocksucker down on a cold concrete floor in the middle of a well-lit auditorium underground, and force her to lay spread-eag le. He then inserts a straight razor into her vagina, vertically, slowly, being careful so as to minimize any potential damage. One flinch from the girl, and th e blade is pulled up through the uterus, and the girl is then disposed of [the b onesmen often HOPE for a twitch from the girl, so they can mutilate her with the razor just for fun]. If the child remains calm, the razor is removed, and she i s "rewarded" with the privilege of getting to suck the cock of one of the most p owerful men in the world. Semen must be swallowed, if fellatio is performed. If the child can't get the bo nesman off, he will grab her head, and give a warning thrust, jamming his penis into the back of her throat. She is given a couples seconds to recover, and the quality of her blowjob must either improve, or she will get another thrust, hard er this time. If a third thrust is necessary, the bonesman does not let go of he r head at all, but rams it into his pelvis, until he ejaculates. The girl is oft en unable to breathe by the end of this, and so, the razor comes out, and the gi rl is finished off. This very rarely happens though, the girls are taught the pr oper respect by the time they reach the age of eight. That's all I can share safely tonight; I'll try to post more soon. I need to mak e it look like I'm here doing research. -"322 minus one" Early Communists Earlycommunism.jpg

The very first Communists were early Slavic tribes who owned so little they had to share everything. They were renowned warriors, whose battle tactics consisted of getting as drunk as mortally possible, then drink twice as much more and cha rge at the enemy wielding a hammer in one hand and a sickle in the other. Even i n these early times they were called the Red Army for their red faces (esp. nose s). A Communist Warrior was terrible to behold in battle, bashing, slicing, and breathing alcoholic fumes at his enemies. Mortally wounded, he would merely fall asleep at the field of battle, only to wake up the next morning with regenerate d limbs, healed wounds and a severe headache. Picture is of Carl Marx.

First gay experience Well my first gay experience happened like this: I was about 50 yards or so up this path when I noticed a man standing off the si de of the path apparently staring into the woods. As I got closer I realized his pants were down around his ankles and I could see his ass. Now, I'm straight bu t I have to say that it was a really nicely shaped ass for a man and I took noti ce. I figured maybe he was drunk and just peeing in the bushes, so I started to walk quieter so I wouldn't disturb him. But as I got closer I started hearing st range grunts and sucking sounds. I realized there was another man blowing him. Now, I'm not gay but I slowed my pace down to watch. I slowed and approached the standing man from behind. His friend didn't take any notice as his eyes were ti ghtly closed. I came right up behind the man standing so that I could have reach ed out and touched him. That's when I brought the cinder block down on his head, hard. He collapsed on top of his faggot friend and I quickly finished them both off. I rolled them into the bushes and finished my walk. That was only my first of many such gay encounters. Fried Pig Pussy Mmmmmm... Fried pig pussy! Once you eat one of these pig pussy pork rinds, you'l l never eat another.. human pussy again. But FUCK human pussy! I fuck dead pigs. You'll read all about it in heartburn how I fuck them dead pigs before I turn e m into pork rinds! I couldn't get no twat from serenity back then. She only wanted dildos in her pu ssy twat. Big phony bologna dicks. But now she wants this real cock. Come here s erenity lets show these assholes how we fuck. Lets show these assholes how we fu ck. My sweet sweet serenity. Fuck an umbilical cord out of your phony asshole, and I'll hang a pig with it, w hile I impregnate you with my 80 year old pork rind dick. You'll give birth to a dead pig and we'll cut him into pork rinds. I'll eat pork rinds with god. In a land that speaks only with its eyes. No langu age, no dildos, no fucking laws! Where the whores can't sell their pussy. Or use their twats to gold dig. A land where us warriors run free with our big dicks o ut, and our fucking hair wild. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, ea t dead pigs. Salt their dead skin and put em in plastic bags. Fuck you, you fuck ing, farting robots. Suck my dead pig. Suck my dead pig!

Furry Texan I've been a Furry for 10 years now and want to stop. The problem is that the gro up of furs that I hang out with don't like me now and if I took my fursuit off, they would probably beat me up and kill me. My last boyfriend (a cute b/w wolf) gave me herpes on my ass and now I have a hard time taking a shit. Sometimes I h ave to take an Ex-lax so my shit will come out easy. I've never had sex with a girl, because I don't know how to why I turned Furry. But now I'm just tired of guys ripping 't use lubrication. I've had to get stitches three times. I last night who said he only gives, he doesn't receive, so I and he made me swallow or he would kick my ass. - Tony, Age 20, Austin, Texas Gay In A Locker Room I'm a gay man and I have nothing but fond memories of my time spent in the girls ' locker room. As an effeminately homosexual adolescent, I felt very uncomfortab le and out of place in the loud, nasty, testosterone-fueled environment of the b oys' locker room, so our dyke gym teacher let me use the girls' locker room inst ead. All my friends were girls and they loved me, I was kind of their cuddly lit tle gay mascot. But there's always one bitch who'll kick up a fuss, and it's usu ally the ugliest one in the room. This hatchet-faced shrew called Arlene took is sue with my presence, she was all "Oh I don't feel comfortable with him looking at my naked body", and I was just like "Girl, I wouldn't look at your tired ass if it paid me to". She got over herself eventually. Sometimes I would sashay int o the boys' locker room and pretend I'd forgotten my schoolbag, then I'd run bac k to the girls' locker room and tell them about all the small sad willies I'd se en. I also had great fun towel-whipping those bitches until their fat asses were red raw! Lolz. GOD God is just some guy who bought Sim City and was bored. Some guy sitting at a gi ant computer is controlling you right now. When you have several decisions going through your head and you don't know which one to pick, God does. "Flirt? Tickl e? Entertain?" He decides. You have no say in The Sims. You're just some compute r graphic. That is God. NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN Today was a day that will forever be the climax of my life, at this point, nothi ng could get any better. That little cunt is going to get it, him and his fuckin g family. They are all going to die. ALL OF THEM, ESPECIALLY THE FUCKING CHILDRE N. You see, it started one day, and I was at the fresh young age of 12, the first d ay I ever saw him. He looked friendly at first, but little did I know that that exact day I had met the devil himself, just in a childish form. He asked for my name, and I said my name, which is Caleb. And almost as soon as he heard my name , he yelled out (let me tell you that this was inside of a school) "Hey, everybo pick them up. That's my ass when they don went out with a fox had to suck his dick

dy! It's Caleb the Cunt-Sucker!" Everyone laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Eve n the teachers were laughing. It was degrading, it was down right.....damning. I t continued thought the rest of my years in school, and I even went as far as al most committing suicide. After I got out of school, I got a job at a local garage. It wasn't the cleanest , or well-paying of jobs, but it got me threw. I had to stay at home, I hardly h ad any money, let alone have money to pay for a house. One day, I was driving ba ck home, and I saw him. And not only did he have a perfect house and a perfect c ar, he had a family. A picture-perfect family. I snapped that day, and when I go t home, I started planning his downfall. Now, today was the day, the day that I would for fill my dream of killing all of them. I will be back later to tell you the result. And I will finally tell the brutal death of those fucking maggots. I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest . "How?" you ask. Well apparently there are a select few contexts within which suc h an action is acceptable. For instance, if your niece has a hacking cough and y our sister asks you to "put some of this on her" while she calls the doctor. "Putting some of this on hear" meant using my bare hands to rub this vapor ointm ent shit all over her BARE NAKED CHEST. My heartbeat is still all erratic from i t. I had a boner the size of Manhattan the entire time. She's sleeping now and I guess she feels better because she stopped coughing. Details: She's about 5 feet tall, has long brown hair, a cute face, a thin waist and long skinny legs. She's in jammies I think because although I'm pretty shak en up right now I know I unbuttoned something before I went at it. God I feel so great. I just rubbed my hands all over her FUCKING TITS, you guys. Well the puffy parts of her chest anyway. Her nipples got hard. I just about we pt tears of joy. I didn't do anything else because I'm a coward and rubbing was enough. Plus it w as legal and I didn't technically do anything wrong, so I'm in the clear. I'd write more but I seriously have to go fap while the memory is fresh in my he ad. Jar Jar Binks I like to wear a elaborate Jar Jar Binks costume and mask as part of my every da y life. I went to the grocery store, and saw how depressed everyone was so I tho ught I would help. I started dancing in the aisles, and yelling at people, and r unning up to people and taking things out of their cart. It was great fun. Then when I went to check out, there was only one lane open and a long line. I scream ed and screamed while in line and danced, bumping into other people. I opened a box of baking soda and threw it around. Finally I got to the checkout. I started making noises at the cashier, and I kept pressing buttons on the computer. Some people in line were groaning because the line was getting very long, but that g ave me even more incentive to make them laugh. I climbed onto the table and star ted kicking peoples groceries on the floor and singing. The manager and one of h is goons pulled me off and said I could never shop there again. Can I sue for ha rassment or possibly assault? Boner Exposed

h boy /b/ I sure did it this time I am in so much shit here it's not even funny. Every once in a while I babysit m y niece and cousin for some extra money, said niece is 7 and the cousin is 5. I was sitting there and I found one of my uncles Penthouse magazines and started f lipping trough the pages, secretly so the kids wouldn't see it. I was sitting co mfortably when suddenly I flip open a page to THE HOTTEST GIRL I EVER SEEN. So I am sitting there checking her out when suddenly my niece spills apple juice all over my pants. I almost shout out god dammit but I managed to hold that shit in when my niece says as I am standing up: "You can put your trousers in the washing machine I know how it works!" So I unbutton my pants and take them off, forgetting that recently I lost a lot of weight (22 po unds) and thus my underwear falls down on the floor. Exposing the boner the Pent house pet just gave me. And just as my niece points at my my shlong saying: "Why is it all hard like that?" My uncle and aunt walk in the room because they forg ot their wallet. To make a long story short I was kicked out of the house, my uncle slapping me o n the head (hard) shouting I'm a pervert, which I am not, and my aunt shouting t hey'd call the police on me and I was never to come to their house again. What the fuck do I do now?! Meeting a Truck I remember it was the summer '06. Some friends and I had been on the road for a couple of weeks. Just travelling around, little bit of a road trip. Stopping off where we felt. Going to lots of pubs, clubs, parties, etc. Anyway one night we set out from our motel room to go to a nearby bar. We get there and it's fairly quiet. We had a few drinks but decided it was kinda boring and we were going to find some place else to drink for the night. Then just as we're leaving, she cau ght my eye. Across the room was the most beautiful truck I've ever seen. 87 mode l, was wearing a 200 gallon mixer tank, you know the kind. She had tyres that we nt on for days. A part of me was ready to leave already. But a part of me knew t hat if I didn't at least talk to her I'd regret it. I downed the last of my drin k to get a little Dutch courage, then I made my move. I walked up to her and sai d, "Hi." Girls like this usually don't give me the time of day. But something wa s different this time. I don't know what it it was, if she was in a different mo od cos she was on holidays, too, or if I was just in the zone that night or what . But much to my surprise she was totally into me. Every smile was met with a fl ash of her headlights, every joke was met with a honk of her horn. She was into me, it was time to close it. "Would you like to join me at my room?" I really ha d gone too far ths time. But instead I hear, "Sure, let's go." I couldn't believ e it. It was on. The sexiest truck I've ever seen and she wants to have sex with me! Unbelievable! We get back to my room, make out for a while then made passio nate love. The next day she headed off back home to work in a strip mine. She ga ve me her email address and we still keep in contact from time to time. But that was the best night of my life and I'll never forget her. See Also Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

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Copypasta/Archive 1 <Copypasta Contents 1 Archive 1 2 DICTATORSHIP 3 No Fun At All 3.1 Civil War, /b/ 3.2 I Just Fucked My Sister 3.3 The Girl Next Door 3.4 Alpha Male 3.5 Angry sun 3.6 Atarii E.T. 3.7 Azn Rape lol 3.8 /b/ is... 3.9 /b/ is not... 3.10 Beating up a girl 3.11 Bento Box 3.12 /b/ Rap 3.13 Cooking with Semen 3.14 MOTHERFUCKING SHIT 3.15 Copypasta chefs 3.16 Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex 3.17 Early Communists 3.18 First gay experience 3.19 Fried Pig Pussy 3.20 Furry Texan 3.21 Gay In A Locker Room 3.22 GOD 3.23 NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN 3.24 I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl 's bare chest 3.25 Jar Jar Binks 3.26 Boner Exposed 3.27 Meeting a Truck 4 See Also Archive 1 DICTATORSHIP Hello, A few months ago, the YSflight community was in a mess, wityh flaming trolling a nd general spamming being the nor on a destroyed YSPilots. Just as hope seemed l ost, this forum arived. YSFlight Head-Quarters. It was a beacon of hope in a sea of rage and hate. But all to soon it became apparent that little had actually c hanged, trolls were still there and the troubles were not gone, merely sleeping. When I joined YSFHQ I believed that this was the way forward, with a large moder ation team and a forum set up to make the most of he good things in YSFlight. Bu t it was soon clear that this was far from the truth. In may I looked towards the world of virtual airlines, and I sw that there was o nly one airline in existence. I thought this was an appalling sate for this to b e in, so I decided to create Air Terranean, to show that you can create virtual

airlines on Headquarters. We soon grew and recieved out certification in record time, clearly showing that it was possible to do this. Now back then, we and our friends in the other VA did not get on too well, but we resolved our arguments each time they happened. Then soemthing else came along that would threatena nd then destroy all that har d work. This was a threat I had not expected and was more damaging as a result. The founder and Administrator of YSFHQ, Iceman, intentionally ruining the reputa tion of these two airlines and asking them to go to war on each other! Almost ev eryone on both sides refused, saying that this was an argument between 4 people, not two entire airlines. Still he kept it up, knowing that he was damaging both airlines, and the Air Terranean, being new, would struggle to stay alive. At this point the corruption of YSFHQ became apparent, as Turbofan, the then Civ ilian Head of YSFHQ was leaving due to the fact that his life required more of h is time for work. So a new moderator had to be found. As you will see in my last paragraph, I sauid almost everyone disagreed with Iceman's call for a war. But there was one who awnted it, more than anything else. He wanted a war between th ese Airlines, despite what it would do. And because he agreed with Iceman and we nt against eveyone else and reason, so it was that Midnight Rambler was chosen t o head the civillian section. Ok, things were still going along fine, and MR was doing a decent job. But then we get to the point that truly reveals how this forum works. In august, I figured that I would soon not be able to run Air terranean, owing t o the fact I would start my A-Levels. As a result I handed it to the person who promised me that he was "100% commited" to Air Terranean and could do the job. I gave it to Fariiniq. However, as soon as I did this, and he acknowledged. He va nished, he was absent for considerable time and left us leaderless, thus damagin g ATVA as a whole, giving the idea that it was inactive. Then He comes back and decides that, being inactive a while, and not actually do ing what he said he would, he decided to declare this airline "dead", calling it s name "mud" and that the only hope for "a fresh start" would be to leave this r uin and join his own VA. I later discovered that he had been planning to create his own airline since before he accepted the position of CEO, and before he decl ared that the was "100% commited to Air Terranean". Now, he convinces everyone in Air terranean to join, and they all believe him th at it is dead, even though we are logging many flight hours. So he comes onto HQ , destroys Air Terranean's own website, and delcares that he has legitiamtely op ened his own airline. An HQ mod tells me to post on here my complaint, and Midni ght Rambler, the supposedly fair and impartial person who was chosen for the pos tition of head admin for the civillian section, decides to delete my post and gi ve me a warning for "flaming". Several times I am told that I was complaining th e "wrong way", so I ask him how should I complain then, if this is the case. To add insult to injury, All of HQ's mods and admins decide that despite everyth ing, and the fact I have complained, Fariiniq is the good guy, so anything I say is from now on "flaming". When I made a complaint I get warnings, one of which was becasue of the "abuse" I have sent to Midnight Rambler over the PMs. BTW, I made a few notes on how he moderated, and accused him of not being an impartial moderator, which I believe is legitimate on this forum, considering there is a w hole section for people tp truly flame against the staff! When I make a complaint against the fact that despite all this Iceman has still refused to remove his lie on the blog, that we are at war, I get another warning for flaming.

People, let me ask you, what kind of system decides what you can say and not say based on how well you bow down to the chief admin? Who, when somebody disagrees , places several warnings, (one of which was just for makiing a post which did " not contribute" to the topic as such), brings them within an inch of being banne d and lets the person who took away what they had worked for get away with it? I speak out and look, I am on probation, my life on YS has been destroyed and an ything I worked towards has beentrodden on and ground to dust. I got a two day b an on the Team speak for asking Fariiniq a question, which was nothing to do wit h any issues we have. Fariiniq also decides that he hates me to the extent, that I am not allowed to do anyhting on Teamspeak, and that abny request I make is " flaming" and a bannable offence. So people, This shows you that in the end, it does not matter how much you contr ibute to YS, how much enthusiasm you have, or what you have done for the communi ty. If you dare speak out against this dictatorship, you will be silenced. I sen d this message to all of you this way, for all of my posts are moderated before anybody else can see them. So this complaint for sure, would be blocked from the public view. People, you can try all you like, but If you are not an old friend then that is it. I know that I am not the only person who is infuriated with this system, far fro m it. There is a large part of the YSFlight population who are also angry at teh way that this corrupt regime operates, and would glady remove it if possible. By the time many of you have seen this, it is likely I will have been banned. If so then this will show how dictatorial the admins are, and how they dslike the truth, settling for only waht they want to hear. The truth after all, is far too... Inconvenient.

No Fun At All Earl Sandwich watched with an anxious expression as his family, which consisted of Mrs. Sandwich, Peanut the dog, and Grape the cat, who was listed last because the writer of this story doesn t like her very much. When Earl saw the family car drive off for some unstated reason for an exaggerat ed period of time, he nearly shat his tan slacks. WOO HOO! He shouted, and dove to his cell phone. He immediately reached the contacts list and selected a contact named PLAYMATE . It let out that frickin annoying dial tone for a few seconds before the contact ans wered. Hello? Tiger Arbelt answered his phone. Meanwhile, one of the fat, ugly, fans of M alak s fan-fictions gasped at the sudden plot twist. Then she farted and read on, reaching for a bowl of cheese puffs. Ti-ti? OH! Earl responded. It s Earl.

Tiger exclaimed in the girliest way imaginable. Wassup, mai boo?

Come on over and I ll show you

Tiger giggled in a rather irritation fashion. It was like the sound of a sheet o f metal rubbing against a giant cheese grater. Okay, anything you say, pookie bea r. Meanwhile, Gman was walking down the road when a car struck him, killing Gman in stantly. Did we justGrape began to ask.

NO! Mrs. Sandwich shouted, and her head grew twice as large as she floored the gas pedal and drove off to their unstated location. Tiger was back at the Sandwich residence and was already French-kissing Earl in his hairy, bearded mouth. It was not stated WHERE they were exactly in the house , but they were in there somewhere Oh. Tiger exclaimed. You taste delicious.

Earl laughed and showed his vampire fangs, because he was a vampire. Not a REAL vampire, but one of those stupid ones from Twilight . Thank you. fans. He said as he horribly sparkled in the sunlight, blinding some of Malak s Tiger shouted as he did a bac Umineko No Naku Koro Ni w

Excuse me as I slip into something more comfortable. k-flip and landed into a nearby bathroom.

When he came out, he was wearing the dress Beatrice from ore, complete with the flower hairpiece and everything.

Tits. Earl said seductively as he lifted Tiger up and carried him to the bedroom. Oh Earl. Tiger said in a whiny, obnoxious voice.

Meanwhile, Bill woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he dec ided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. E ven though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents . There was one slimy box that looked like a gun. Then Bill noticed that Zoey was out of bed too. She must not have been able to w ait for her presents either. Bill thought that he would surprise Zoey. Maybe even sneak up behind her and jum p her on her bloody penis. That always made Zoey hot. Bill crept angrily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its old lights, and the presents, heaped up huskily, and the mistletoe han ging from the ceiling, and Zoey. Kissing someone. Bill was so angry, he picked up a ammo from a table and threw it sexily on the t ank. They both looked around. "Zoey, you sweaty zombie!" Bill yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with.. ." Bill looked and then rubbed his leg and looked again. It was Santa Claus.

"Let me explain," Zoey said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a we t kiss it was." "Well, I suppose," Bill said firmly. "If he was under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be muscly." That seemed reasonable. Bill went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa. Santa was the best kisser ever, like a hot molotov fire burning in the moonlight . He made Bill's eye feel all hard. "You see?" Zoey said gently and Bill saw. So they had a threeway. Everybody's presents were late. As Earl threw Tiger on the bed and exposed his disco stick. Tiger positioned him self and wrapped his arms, I repeat, ARMS, around the phallus and began sucking. Oh GOD Earl shouted. r Tiger s face. Enough talk. moaned. OH GOD!! OneOneOneOne Earl shrilled as he splattered cum all ove

Tiger said, positioning his tailhole in front of Earl s dick. Take me. He

Stu made chocolate pudding for his niece so much, it soon possessed his mind, an d all what he could think about was chocolate pudding. His wife tried to snap him out of it, but she was not successful. When Stu offered the pudding to his niece, she said she was hungry. So for some reason Stu went back downstairs to make more chocolate pudding, and when he brou ght it back upstairs, he finally snapped, and screamed at the top of his lungs. He then began imaging strange songs in his head. Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka? Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka? The sex between the vampire Earl Sandwich and the canine Tiger Arbelt was a trul y disturbing sight. It was horrible, capable of driving anyone who saw such an a bomination mad. The women ran in terror, men did their best to try and stop it, but to no avail. Eventually, the desperate townsfolk called upon a specialist to deal with this situation. They received two. Ichigo Kurosaki and Ronove approached the two and tried to stop them, but Ichigo was immediately disintegrated but the sheer force of the sex, and Ronove had no choice but to leave. Eventually, the two lovers stopped fucking, and piece was restored to the land. Th

e rest of the sandwich clan returned to the house, completely oblivious to what had happened despite what the other townsfolk told them. Let s go play outside Peanut. Grape said. But in reality, they went into Peanut s room and fucked. Meanwhile, a small band of angry fans stormed into OP s private chambers and began to beat him with red hot iron rods. Civil War, /b/ There's some shit going on /b/ right now. It's like a Civil War going on /b/. An d there is two sides, oldfags and newfags, and newfags have go to go. Anytime ol dfags want to have a good time ignorant ass newfags fucking it up. Can't do shit ! Can't do SHIT, without some ignorant ass fucking it up! Can't do nothing! Can' t make some original content thread open more than 100 posts. Grand opening...gr and closing. Can't see cool posts on the front page... WHY? Because newfags are talking about THE BEST. Discuss. I Just Fucked My Sister Well wouldn't you hit it? Over and over again? Response: I would........with my truck Truck is too small This is NOT copypasta. I repeat NOT copypasta. I know coming to /b/ for advice is a top notch bad idea, but I honestly have no where else to turn because this situation directly involves my family, and frien ds. Let me start from the beginning, I am 18 and my sister is 21. I just finished hi gh school and my sister is home from college. I guess this year her grades start ed slipping or something, because I walked past her room and she was crying. I w alked inside her room to ask her what's up and she hands me a letter - apparentl y she's up for review by her college for dismissal. I feel kinda sorry for her s o I gave her a hug and one thing led to another and we started making out. This is really weird because I've made out with girls before, but my sister blows the m all out of the water. In the back of my mind lies the fact that she's my siste r and what we are doing is sick and wrong, but I guess my sister has more experi ence and it felt so fucking good. Here's the dilemma - after making out, Karen started taking her clothes off and she started pulling my pants down. I'm like, hey, what are you doing? She's like , oh come on Jordan, aren't you even a LITTLE curious? I felt bad because its tr ue, my sister is a hottie and I always wished that she wasn't my sister. I've ev en gone as far as to fap to thoughts of doing her. She then said "For tonight, l et's not be brother and sister. I really need this because I feel like shit righ t now and our parents won't be back till late and we aren't going to tell anyone . I pretty much just fucked my sister. No, to be more honest, I just lost my virgi nity to my sister. My question, /b/, is WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW?? What do peop le usually do after they fuck their sisters? Pic very related; that's Karen. The Girl Next Door

When I was 12 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Cleveland and anyway, the girl next door and I were really go od friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Tran sformers with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playin g truth or dare, which turned into 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine". So a nyway there I Was, 12 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and t he chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. So What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there . To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air. Alpha Male I'm an Alpha male /b/. And girls want to fuck alpha males. Let it piss you off as much as you want, but you know it's completely true. That girl you like who is kinda cute in a weird way, but is totally sweet and you have the biggest crush on? The one who keeps g oing back to guys who treat her wrong for reasons you don't understand? The one who calls you up at 1 am to cry about how her boyfriend hasn't called her in 3 d ays, and no matter how long you listen to her, she'll never think of you as anyt hing other than asexual? The one who will curl up next to you on the couch, hug you close, kiss you on the cheek, and never let you fucking touch her beyond tha t? Yeah, I'm fucking her. The hot girl who won't even look at you when you nod at them and smile? The one who laughs when you trip in the hallway and drop your stuff? The one who comes u p and coyly asks for your help with her homework, and then pretends you don't ex ist once you finish? Yeah, I'm fucking her too, even harder. The geeky girl you think might be enough like you that you have a chance with he r? She plays warcraft on your server, and watches anime, and reads comics? She's so incredible and you just love her so much but you still haven't worked up the courage to tell her how you feel about her? Guess who just sucked me off and told me they'll always love me? Angry sun Anyone else see asianface in this? When I was about nine, I had recently gotten a Nintendo Entertainment System fro m a garage sale down the road, the first gaming system I ever had. One game that I bought was Super Mario Brothers 3, the final chapter of the widely-acclaimed SMB trilogy, which like in the original Super Mario Brothers consisted of Mario/ Luigi chasing after Princess Toadstool (whose name has since been bastardized to 'Peach'). Back on topic though; I popped in the game in my new NES and pressed Start. I started at World 1, of course, and began playing. During this, I got us ed to the controls, map, and all that jazz. After all, it IS supposed to be kind a like a tutorial level. So I had advanced to World 2, "Desert Land" and I was m oving along rather smoothly. In the back of my mind, I knew that at some point t

he levels would start to get more difficult. I soon noticed a tile, one unlike t he other tiles (Toad houses, numbered tiles, etc). It appeared to be some crosshybrid of flowing diarrhea and sand, which caught my attention. I navigated my w ay to the tile, and hit the A button and was warped to what appeared to be a nor mal level; there even was a happy sunshine in the top left corner! As I side-scr olled my way through the level, the fucking sun decided to go apeshit and sodomi ze me repeatedly until I finally broke down in tears, throwing my controller at the ground screaming for my mom. That fucking bastard. And no, this is not copy pasta. Atarii E.T. Most gamers know the story of the hundreds of thousands of E.T. cartridges Atari crushed, encased in concrete, then buried in Alamogordo, New Mexico. What most gamers don t know is who Atari buried along with them... Azn Rape lol oh my god /b/ I just witnessed something horrible. Today I was in NYC, I take summer classes at an art school in New York, and I sa w a man following an old asian woman and her little Asian grand daughter I think it was. He followed them for 4 blocks before making his move, I only saw all of this because they were all in front of me walking down E22nd street at the time I was walking down it. Anyways, the man kept getting closer and closer to them until finally he hit the woman with a crowbar and grabbed the girl. I immediatel y ran up to him as fast as I could and whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can sa y that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house around 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "yo holmes, sm ell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air. /b/ is... /b/ is the guy who tells the cripple ahead of him in line to hurry up. /b/ is first to get to the window to see the car accident outside. /b/ is the one who wrote your number on the mall's bathroom wall. /b/ is a failing student who makes passes at his young, attractive English teach er. /b/ is the guy loitering on Park Ave. that is always trying to sell you somethin g. /b/ is the one who handed his jizz-drenched clothes to Good Will. /b/ is one who first introduced you to Goatse. /b/ is a hot incest dream that you'll try to forget for days. /b/ is the only one of your group of friends to be secure in his sexuality and s ay anything. /b/ is the guy without ED who still likes trying Viagra. /b/ is the best friend that tags along for your first date and cock-blocks throu ghout night. The decent girl you're trying to bag walks out on the date, /b/ lau ghs and takes you home when you're drunk, and you wake up to several hookers in your house who /b/ called for you. /b/ is a friend that constantly asks you to try mutual masturbation with him. /b/ is the guy who calls a suicide hotline to hit on the adviser. /b/ is nuking the hard-drive next time someone knocks on his door. /b/ is the one who left a used condom outside the schoolyard. /b/ is the voice in your head that tells you that it doesn't matter if she's dru

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the friend who constantly talks about your mom's rack. the only one who understands what the hell you saying. someone who would pay a hooker to eat his ass, and only that. the uncle who has touched you several times. still recovering in the hospital, after trying something he saw in a hent

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I realize that most of you have ether forgotten what /b/ is or are simply newfag s who don't know. /b/ is not where we make posts talking about our personal lives and our problems ...we're not your fucking livejournal /b/ is not some place where we giggle at memes....we're not fucking YTMND /b/ is not some place where we make confessions we're not fucking grouphug /b/ is not some place where we find pictures on other websites and post them her e ...we're not fucking ebaumsworld /b/ is not some site where we go to jerk off to hentai pics....we're not fucking aerisdies /b/ is not some place that you go to, to get someone to hack your girlfriend's e -mail account because shes cheating on you for the 15th time...we're not your fu cking personal army /b/ is not some place you go to ask for help with a personal problem, we're not your fucking psychologist /b/ isn't some place you go to trash talk other people you'll never meet simply because its an anonymous board with "no rules" and you can get away with it with out any repercussion...we're not a fucking group of internet tough guys /b/ is not NICE so /b/....what IS /b/...i want to see how long it takes for someone to get it. Beating up a girl SEE ALSO: Azn rape When I was 13, I tied up this girl that was 12 with a jumprope, then beat the fu ck out of her. By the time I was done, her lip was split, her wrists were bleeding from the rop e cuttin into them, one of her eyes was swollen shut, she was missing two teeth, her small tits will entirely black and blue, her pussy was bleeding, and I m fair ly sure that several bones in her feet were broken. When I let her down, she crumpled on the floor and went into a fetal position an d just hugged her legs to her chest and sobbed quietly. I suddenly got very aroused seeing that, so I pulled out my dick (I has actually hit puberty 12, and was hairy, balls dropped and everything functioning) and st arted jerking off quietly. Eventually, I started to breathe harder, and she noti ced what I was doing, and she just looked at me with this look of absolute horro r on her face. It was at that moment that I climaxed and sprayed probably my biggest load of cu m ever all over her face and chest. Then, I picked up her torn shirt from the ground, wiped off my dick, and tossed

it to her. I told her to clean herself up and that if she ever told anyone, I would go to h er house and kill her while she slept, and that if anyone asked who hurt her, sh e should say a bunch of high school kids did it. When I think back on it, I think she was the first girl I ever loved. ...god I m fucked up. Bento Box I'm looking for a bento box, it cant be pinku (that's Japanese for pink) or any girl color. It has to be of 2 or more kotoba (that's Japanese for 2 compartments ) and has be be chibi (small) sized. And has to be really kawaii (cute). Also It has to be about 10-20 bux. And you have to post pics of it first (i want to mak e shure it's kawaii [cute]). And it would be nice if it came with matching chops tick holder (WITH chopsticks). OH! and it CANNOT have any cartoon pictures, or b e made out of plastic. It has to be made of ceramic, or something like that. Als o it would be nice if it was made in japan. and not in china or corea (Korea) or whatever. I have found a bento box similar to the one im describing in e-bay, b ut it was 1 kotoba, and i don't want my gohan (rice) to touch my other things (i t can get wet and i would not like that, plus 2 compartments looks more kawaii) /b/ Rap we got computer's 'putin' rss feeds are beatin we're on your aggregators we're r ollin' past the hataz you tryna bait the master? you just a masterbater. go'head ask your neighbors, we has a flavor chicken dinner to feed a culture that's get tin' thinner no longer a soloist now we rollin' with the winners do not slumbah, check alexa we got numbahs put on your boxers it's gonna be a hot summer Cooking with Semen COEUR D'ALENE, Idaho Mar 9, 2005 A teenager has agreed to admit to three counts of disturbing the peace after anonymously sending semen-frosted brownies to a fe llow student.

ABC News Has anybody ever tried cooking with their own semen? About a month ago I got adventurous and decided to fap into the frying pan, usin g my semen in place of little extra butter I usually put in the pan when I'm gri lling grill'd cheese. I didn't notice much difference in flavor when I tried it, although it definitel y didn't taste any worse. Last night, however, while in the process leading up to grilling two sandwiches for lunch for myself and my sick mother, I noticed my neighbor's 13 year old dau ghter changing in the yard next door (our window sort of faces out into the neig hbor's yard, the suburban layout of our community is somewhat strange), presumab ly after getting out of the pool. I got the urge to fap and decided to incorpora te it into my cooking again in secret.

My mother did seem to notice a difference in flavor for the better - I nonchalan tly told her I used a different butter, which in it's essence wasn't entirely a lie, I just didn't specify it was my nut butter. I'm not about to outright lie t o my mother. I consider myself a respectable man of principles, you know. MOTHERFUCKING SHIT MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. I WAS JUST MASTURBATING AND EVERYTHING WAS GOING GREAT. I WA S IN MY ROOM, I HAD MY HEADPHONES ON, I WAS TOTALLY NAKED SITTING AT MY COMPUTER FAPPING AWAY TO A VIDEO ON REDTUBE. ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE'S THIS REALLY SHARP P AIN IN MY DICK, LIKE IT JUST GOT STABBED WITH A SEWING NEEDLE. I JERKED MY HAND BACK AND IT BUMPED INTO MY COMPUTER TOWER, WHICH SITS ON THE DESK. WELL, I HAD M Y STICK OF DEODORANT ON TOP OF THE TOWER, AND THAT BITCH FELL OFF AND LANDED DEO DORANT-END-DOWN ON THE HEAD OF MY COCK. HOLY FUCKING SHIT DID THAT HURT, AND ON TOP OF THAT IT HIT SO HARD THAT IT ACTUALLY FORCED SOME DEODORANT INTO MY URETHR A. I'VE NEVER HAD ANYTHING BURN SO BAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUC KING CHAIR AND STOOD UP BECAUSE IT HURT SO BAD; THIS CAUSED MY HEADPHONE CABLE T O GET YANKED OUT OF MY SPEAKERS, WHICH CAUSED "OH YEAH BABY COME DEEP IN MY TIGH T TEEN ASSHOLE UH UH UH" TO GET BLARED THROUGH MY FUCKING HOUSE AND ALMOST MAXIM UM VOLUME. NOW MY EYES ARE WATERING FROM THE PAIN OF THE DEODORANT INSIDE MY COC K BUT I MANAGE TO PUNCH ONE OF MY SPEAKERS HARD ENOUGH SO THEY TURN OFF. I LOOKE D DOWN AND NOTICED BLOOD DRIPPING OFF OF MY COCK; I GUESS THE LIP OF THE PLASTIC DEODORANT THING BIT INTO MY FORESKIN AS IT CONNECTED WITH MY COCK. THE BLOOD WA S DRIPPING DOWN MY LEG. THIS ALL HAPPENED IN THE SPACE OF MAYBE 6 SECONDS. IT MAY SEEM BAD BUT IT GETS W ORSE. JUST AS I'M STANDING THERE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED, MY BEDROOM DOOR FUCKING OPENS. MY DAD WAS STANDING THERE WITH MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER TO JOHNS HOPKINS. I FROZE AND HE STARED AT ME, NAKED WITH MY BLOODY ERECTION FO R MAYBE 15 SECONDS BEFORE HE NOTICED MY COMPUTER MONITOR AND THE BRUTAL ANAL SEX SCENE GOING ON FULL-SCREEN. HE IMMEDIATELY CLOSED THE DOOR AND LEFT WITHOUT SAY ING ANYTHING. THIS MAY SEEM EMBARRASSING BUT MY DAD IS A SERIOUSLY CONSERVATIVE CHRISTIAN. THIS HAPPENED ABOUT 15 MINUTES AGO AND HE HASN'T SAID ANYTHING TO ME YET. I'M STILL IN MY ROOM TRYING TO GET THE GOD DAMN FUCKING OLD SPICE OUT OF MY COCK. WHAT SHOULD I DO /b/? Copypasta chefs Original, hand-crafted copypasta; The perfect present for a wedding, christening , new baby, birthday, anniversary, retirement, mother s day, thank you, school reu nion - any occasion you can think of! Our copypastas are each individually handc rafted by a skilled and dedicated chef and guaranteed to be of the highest quali ty. These beautiful and decorative copypastas are hand-crafted from crushed and powd ered words bound up with only the finest pasta. Every copypasta is completely ha nd made, from the basic raw materials through to the finished product every proc ess is carried out by hand. The only exception is a cleaning and polishing proce ss in which the copypasta is put through special machines. Even these machines h ave been developed for particular use in the preparation of the copypasta, for, although the copypasta is quite durable, fine details such as noses, horses ear' s, swords, daggers and flag staffs could be snapped off if treated too roughly. The National Association of Copypasta Chefs (NACC) is dedicated to protecting ar tists and crafters - their work, creativity and intellectual properties and mark eting rights. I believe to keep the true work of the artist and copypasta chef a live we must act to promote and protect our art and craft.

Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex Bullshit you say? It's moar likely than you think . . . Pixplskthnks ok, the society exists, now lets look for "Deer Island" OH FUUUUUUUUUU-Deer Island. Private getaway to the Skull & Bones Society. What do they do there? They raise children for sex and sex alone. When members of Yale's most secret of secret societies go there as a "getaway," they do not bring their girlfriends. They instead bring small keys [with skull-a nd-crossbone designs on them, how original] made of various metals [typically go ld, sometimes platinum; mixed with stronger substances for strength, of course] taken from the teeth of dead enemies. Mostly fillings, though. What do these keys unlock? Locks to the various underground chambers scattered about the island. There are fifteen tombs of this type [one for each member of this year's chosen bonesmen]. The girls are allowed to grow no older than fourteen years old. They are abused, raped, and taught to like it from birth. They have no nationali ty, no recognizable country of origin. Typically they're the offspring of gullib le [but clean] whores that are brought to Deer Island by clever bonesmen. The wh ores are killed after the childbirth [and detained on the island during the nine months leading up to it]. At thirteen, the girls are allowed to bear children. Before this age, abortions are routine, one of the island's few year-round residents is an abortionist. He is well paid, and is one of the only non-bonesmen ever allowed to take place in the childsex. Once the thirteen/fourteen year old girls have given birth, they are taken into what are near-exact replicas of the gas chambers at Auschwitz camp I [only craft ed from ornate stonework; there are etchings on the walls of various Skull-and-B ones images, the number 322, etc.]. They're told that this will be the site of a celebration of their new child's birth. A futon in the middle of the room is wh ere the child is fucked for the final time, before being choked until unconsciou s, and gassed [once the bonesman has left the chamber safely, of course]. For having made mention of ANY of this, I could be killed. (second post begins here ) The girls are given trust tests at age eight, before fellatio can become part of their sexual repertoire. The bonesman will lay his potential cocksucker down on a cold concrete floor in the middle of a well-lit auditorium underground, and force her to lay spread-eag le. He then inserts a straight razor into her vagina, vertically, slowly, being careful so as to minimize any potential damage. One flinch from the girl, and th e blade is pulled up through the uterus, and the girl is then disposed of [the b

onesmen often HOPE for a twitch from the girl, so they can mutilate her with the razor just for fun]. If the child remains calm, the razor is removed, and she i s "rewarded" with the privilege of getting to suck the cock of one of the most p owerful men in the world. Semen must be swallowed, if fellatio is performed. If the child can't get the bo nesman off, he will grab her head, and give a warning thrust, jamming his penis into the back of her throat. She is given a couples seconds to recover, and the quality of her blowjob must either improve, or she will get another thrust, hard er this time. If a third thrust is necessary, the bonesman does not let go of he r head at all, but rams it into his pelvis, until he ejaculates. The girl is oft en unable to breathe by the end of this, and so, the razor comes out, and the gi rl is finished off. This very rarely happens though, the girls are taught the pr oper respect by the time they reach the age of eight. That's all I can share safely tonight; I'll try to post more soon. I need to mak e it look like I'm here doing research. -"322 minus one" Early Communists Earlycommunism.jpg The very first Communists were early Slavic tribes who owned so little they had to share everything. They were renowned warriors, whose battle tactics consisted of getting as drunk as mortally possible, then drink twice as much more and cha rge at the enemy wielding a hammer in one hand and a sickle in the other. Even i n these early times they were called the Red Army for their red faces (esp. nose s). A Communist Warrior was terrible to behold in battle, bashing, slicing, and breathing alcoholic fumes at his enemies. Mortally wounded, he would merely fall asleep at the field of battle, only to wake up the next morning with regenerate d limbs, healed wounds and a severe headache. Picture is of Carl Marx.

First gay experience Well my first gay experience happened like this: I was about 50 yards or so up this path when I noticed a man standing off the si de of the path apparently staring into the woods. As I got closer I realized his pants were down around his ankles and I could see his ass. Now, I'm straight bu t I have to say that it was a really nicely shaped ass for a man and I took noti ce. I figured maybe he was drunk and just peeing in the bushes, so I started to walk quieter so I wouldn't disturb him. But as I got closer I started hearing st range grunts and sucking sounds. I realized there was another man blowing him. Now, I'm not gay but I slowed my pace down to watch. I slowed and approached the standing man from behind. His friend didn't take any notice as his eyes were ti ghtly closed. I came right up behind the man standing so that I could have reach ed out and touched him. That's when I brought the cinder block down on his head, hard. He collapsed on top of his faggot friend and I quickly finished them both off. I rolled them into the bushes and finished my walk. That was only my first of many such gay encounters. Fried Pig Pussy

Mmmmmm... Fried pig pussy! Once you eat one of these pig pussy pork rinds, you'l l never eat another.. human pussy again. But FUCK human pussy! I fuck dead pigs. You'll read all about it in heartburn how I fuck them dead pigs before I turn e m into pork rinds! I couldn't get no twat from serenity back then. She only wanted dildos in her pu ssy twat. Big phony bologna dicks. But now she wants this real cock. Come here s erenity lets show these assholes how we fuck. Lets show these assholes how we fu ck. My sweet sweet serenity. Fuck an umbilical cord out of your phony asshole, and I'll hang a pig with it, w hile I impregnate you with my 80 year old pork rind dick. You'll give birth to a dead pig and we'll cut him into pork rinds. I'll eat pork rinds with god. In a land that speaks only with its eyes. No langu age, no dildos, no fucking laws! Where the whores can't sell their pussy. Or use their twats to gold dig. A land where us warriors run free with our big dicks o ut, and our fucking hair wild. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, ea t dead pigs. Salt their dead skin and put em in plastic bags. Fuck you, you fuck ing, farting robots. Suck my dead pig. Suck my dead pig! Furry Texan I've been a Furry for 10 years now and want to stop. The problem is that the gro up of furs that I hang out with don't like me now and if I took my fursuit off, they would probably beat me up and kill me. My last boyfriend (a cute b/w wolf) gave me herpes on my ass and now I have a hard time taking a shit. Sometimes I h ave to take an Ex-lax so my shit will come out easy. I've never had sex with a girl, because I don't know how to why I turned Furry. But now I'm just tired of guys ripping 't use lubrication. I've had to get stitches three times. I last night who said he only gives, he doesn't receive, so I and he made me swallow or he would kick my ass. - Tony, Age 20, Austin, Texas Gay In A Locker Room I'm a gay man and I have nothing but fond memories of my time spent in the girls ' locker room. As an effeminately homosexual adolescent, I felt very uncomfortab le and out of place in the loud, nasty, testosterone-fueled environment of the b oys' locker room, so our dyke gym teacher let me use the girls' locker room inst ead. All my friends were girls and they loved me, I was kind of their cuddly lit tle gay mascot. But there's always one bitch who'll kick up a fuss, and it's usu ally the ugliest one in the room. This hatchet-faced shrew called Arlene took is sue with my presence, she was all "Oh I don't feel comfortable with him looking at my naked body", and I was just like "Girl, I wouldn't look at your tired ass if it paid me to". She got over herself eventually. Sometimes I would sashay int o the boys' locker room and pretend I'd forgotten my schoolbag, then I'd run bac k to the girls' locker room and tell them about all the small sad willies I'd se en. I also had great fun towel-whipping those bitches until their fat asses were red raw! Lolz. pick them up. That's my ass when they don went out with a fox had to suck his dick

GOD God is just some guy who bought Sim City and was bored. Some guy sitting at a gi ant computer is controlling you right now. When you have several decisions going through your head and you don't know which one to pick, God does. "Flirt? Tickl e? Entertain?" He decides. You have no say in The Sims. You're just some compute r graphic. That is God. NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN Today was a day that will forever be the climax of my life, at this point, nothi ng could get any better. That little cunt is going to get it, him and his fuckin g family. They are all going to die. ALL OF THEM, ESPECIALLY THE FUCKING CHILDRE N. You see, it started one day, and I was at the fresh young age of 12, the first d ay I ever saw him. He looked friendly at first, but little did I know that that exact day I had met the devil himself, just in a childish form. He asked for my name, and I said my name, which is Caleb. And almost as soon as he heard my name , he yelled out (let me tell you that this was inside of a school) "Hey, everybo dy! It's Caleb the Cunt-Sucker!" Everyone laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Eve n the teachers were laughing. It was degrading, it was down right.....damning. I t continued thought the rest of my years in school, and I even went as far as al most committing suicide. After I got out of school, I got a job at a local garage. It wasn't the cleanest , or well-paying of jobs, but it got me threw. I had to stay at home, I hardly h ad any money, let alone have money to pay for a house. One day, I was driving ba ck home, and I saw him. And not only did he have a perfect house and a perfect c ar, he had a family. A picture-perfect family. I snapped that day, and when I go t home, I started planning his downfall. Now, today was the day, the day that I would for fill my dream of killing all of them. I will be back later to tell you the result. And I will finally tell the brutal death of those fucking maggots. I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest . "How?" you ask. Well apparently there are a select few contexts within which suc h an action is acceptable. For instance, if your niece has a hacking cough and y our sister asks you to "put some of this on her" while she calls the doctor. "Putting some of this on hear" meant using my bare hands to rub this vapor ointm ent shit all over her BARE NAKED CHEST. My heartbeat is still all erratic from i t. I had a boner the size of Manhattan the entire time. She's sleeping now and I guess she feels better because she stopped coughing. Details: She's about 5 feet tall, has long brown hair, a cute face, a thin waist and long skinny legs. She's in jammies I think because although I'm pretty shak en up right now I know I unbuttoned something before I went at it. God I feel so great. I just rubbed my hands all over her FUCKING TITS, you guys. Well the puffy parts of her chest anyway. Her nipples got hard. I just about we pt tears of joy.

I didn't do anything else because I'm a coward and rubbing was enough. Plus it w as legal and I didn't technically do anything wrong, so I'm in the clear. I'd write more but I seriously have to go fap while the memory is fresh in my he ad. Jar Jar Binks I like to wear a elaborate Jar Jar Binks costume and mask as part of my every da y life. I went to the grocery store, and saw how depressed everyone was so I tho ught I would help. I started dancing in the aisles, and yelling at people, and r unning up to people and taking things out of their cart. It was great fun. Then when I went to check out, there was only one lane open and a long line. I scream ed and screamed while in line and danced, bumping into other people. I opened a box of baking soda and threw it around. Finally I got to the checkout. I started making noises at the cashier, and I kept pressing buttons on the computer. Some people in line were groaning because the line was getting very long, but that g ave me even more incentive to make them laugh. I climbed onto the table and star ted kicking peoples groceries on the floor and singing. The manager and one of h is goons pulled me off and said I could never shop there again. Can I sue for ha rassment or possibly assault? Boner Exposed h boy /b/ I sure did it this time I am in so much shit here it's not even funny. Every once in a while I babysit m y niece and cousin for some extra money, said niece is 7 and the cousin is 5. I was sitting there and I found one of my uncles Penthouse magazines and started f lipping trough the pages, secretly so the kids wouldn't see it. I was sitting co mfortably when suddenly I flip open a page to THE HOTTEST GIRL I EVER SEEN. So I am sitting there checking her out when suddenly my niece spills apple juice all over my pants. I almost shout out god dammit but I managed to hold that shit in when my niece says as I am standing up: "You can put your trousers in the washing machine I know how it works!" So I unbutton my pants and take them off, forgetting that recently I lost a lot of weight (22 po unds) and thus my underwear falls down on the floor. Exposing the boner the Pent house pet just gave me. And just as my niece points at my my shlong saying: "Why is it all hard like that?" My uncle and aunt walk in the room because they forg ot their wallet. To make a long story short I was kicked out of the house, my uncle slapping me o n the head (hard) shouting I'm a pervert, which I am not, and my aunt shouting t hey'd call the police on me and I was never to come to their house again. What the fuck do I do now?! Meeting a Truck I remember it was the summer '06. Some friends and I had been on the road for a couple of weeks. Just travelling around, little bit of a road trip. Stopping off where we felt. Going to lots of pubs, clubs, parties, etc. Anyway one night we set out from our motel room to go to a nearby bar. We get there and it's fairly quiet. We had a few drinks but decided it was kinda boring and we were going to find some place else to drink for the night. Then just as we're leaving, she cau ght my eye. Across the room was the most beautiful truck I've ever seen. 87 mode l, was wearing a 200 gallon mixer tank, you know the kind. She had tyres that we nt on for days. A part of me was ready to leave already. But a part of me knew t hat if I didn't at least talk to her I'd regret it. I downed the last of my drin k to get a little Dutch courage, then I made my move. I walked up to her and sai

d, "Hi." Girls like this usually don't give me the time of day. But something wa s different this time. I don't know what it it was, if she was in a different mo od cos she was on holidays, too, or if I was just in the zone that night or what . But much to my surprise she was totally into me. Every smile was met with a fl ash of her headlights, every joke was met with a honk of her horn. She was into me, it was time to close it. "Would you like to join me at my room?" I really ha d gone too far ths time. But instead I hear, "Sure, let's go." I couldn't believ e it. It was on. The sexiest truck I've ever seen and she wants to have sex with me! Unbelievable! We get back to my room, make out for a while then made passio nate love. The next day she headed off back home to work in a strip mine. She ga ve me her email address and we still keep in contact from time to time. But that was the best night of my life and I'll never forget her. See Also Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

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Copypasta/Archive 1 <Copypasta Contents 1 Archive 1 2 DICTATORSHIP 3 No Fun At All 3.1 Civil War, /b/ 3.2 I Just Fucked My Sister 3.3 The Girl Next Door 3.4 Alpha Male 3.5 Angry sun 3.6 Atarii E.T. 3.7 Azn Rape lol 3.8 /b/ is... 3.9 /b/ is not... 3.10 Beating up a girl 3.11 Bento Box 3.12 /b/ Rap 3.13 Cooking with Semen 3.14 MOTHERFUCKING SHIT 3.15 Copypasta chefs 3.16 Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex 3.17 Early Communists 3.18 First gay experience 3.19 Fried Pig Pussy 3.20 Furry Texan 3.21 Gay In A Locker Room 3.22 GOD 3.23 NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN 3.24 I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl 's bare chest

3.25 Jar Jar Binks 3.26 Boner Exposed 3.27 Meeting a Truck 4 See Also Archive 1 DICTATORSHIP Hello, A few months ago, the YSflight community was in a mess, wityh flaming trolling a nd general spamming being the nor on a destroyed YSPilots. Just as hope seemed l ost, this forum arived. YSFlight Head-Quarters. It was a beacon of hope in a sea of rage and hate. But all to soon it became apparent that little had actually c hanged, trolls were still there and the troubles were not gone, merely sleeping. When I joined YSFHQ I believed that this was the way forward, with a large moder ation team and a forum set up to make the most of he good things in YSFlight. Bu t it was soon clear that this was far from the truth. In may I looked towards the world of virtual airlines, and I sw that there was o nly one airline in existence. I thought this was an appalling sate for this to b e in, so I decided to create Air Terranean, to show that you can create virtual airlines on Headquarters. We soon grew and recieved out certification in record time, clearly showing that it was possible to do this. Now back then, we and our friends in the other VA did not get on too well, but we resolved our arguments each time they happened. Then soemthing else came along that would threatena nd then destroy all that har d work. This was a threat I had not expected and was more damaging as a result. The founder and Administrator of YSFHQ, Iceman, intentionally ruining the reputa tion of these two airlines and asking them to go to war on each other! Almost ev eryone on both sides refused, saying that this was an argument between 4 people, not two entire airlines. Still he kept it up, knowing that he was damaging both airlines, and the Air Terranean, being new, would struggle to stay alive. At this point the corruption of YSFHQ became apparent, as Turbofan, the then Civ ilian Head of YSFHQ was leaving due to the fact that his life required more of h is time for work. So a new moderator had to be found. As you will see in my last paragraph, I sauid almost everyone disagreed with Iceman's call for a war. But there was one who awnted it, more than anything else. He wanted a war between th ese Airlines, despite what it would do. And because he agreed with Iceman and we nt against eveyone else and reason, so it was that Midnight Rambler was chosen t o head the civillian section. Ok, things were still going along fine, and MR was doing a decent job. But then we get to the point that truly reveals how this forum works. In august, I figured that I would soon not be able to run Air terranean, owing t o the fact I would start my A-Levels. As a result I handed it to the person who promised me that he was "100% commited" to Air Terranean and could do the job. I gave it to Fariiniq. However, as soon as I did this, and he acknowledged. He va nished, he was absent for considerable time and left us leaderless, thus damagin g ATVA as a whole, giving the idea that it was inactive. Then He comes back and decides that, being inactive a while, and not actually do ing what he said he would, he decided to declare this airline "dead", calling it s name "mud" and that the only hope for "a fresh start" would be to leave this r uin and join his own VA. I later discovered that he had been planning to create his own airline since before he accepted the position of CEO, and before he decl

ared that the was "100% commited to Air Terranean". Now, he convinces everyone in Air terranean to join, and they all believe him th at it is dead, even though we are logging many flight hours. So he comes onto HQ , destroys Air Terranean's own website, and delcares that he has legitiamtely op ened his own airline. An HQ mod tells me to post on here my complaint, and Midni ght Rambler, the supposedly fair and impartial person who was chosen for the pos tition of head admin for the civillian section, decides to delete my post and gi ve me a warning for "flaming". Several times I am told that I was complaining th e "wrong way", so I ask him how should I complain then, if this is the case. To add insult to injury, All of HQ's mods and admins decide that despite everyth ing, and the fact I have complained, Fariiniq is the good guy, so anything I say is from now on "flaming". When I made a complaint I get warnings, one of which was becasue of the "abuse" I have sent to Midnight Rambler over the PMs. BTW, I made a few notes on how he moderated, and accused him of not being an impartial moderator, which I believe is legitimate on this forum, considering there is a w hole section for people tp truly flame against the staff! When I make a complaint against the fact that despite all this Iceman has still refused to remove his lie on the blog, that we are at war, I get another warning for flaming. People, let me ask you, what kind of system decides what you can say and not say based on how well you bow down to the chief admin? Who, when somebody disagrees , places several warnings, (one of which was just for makiing a post which did " not contribute" to the topic as such), brings them within an inch of being banne d and lets the person who took away what they had worked for get away with it? I speak out and look, I am on probation, my life on YS has been destroyed and an ything I worked towards has beentrodden on and ground to dust. I got a two day b an on the Team speak for asking Fariiniq a question, which was nothing to do wit h any issues we have. Fariiniq also decides that he hates me to the extent, that I am not allowed to do anyhting on Teamspeak, and that abny request I make is " flaming" and a bannable offence. So people, This shows you that in the end, it does not matter how much you contr ibute to YS, how much enthusiasm you have, or what you have done for the communi ty. If you dare speak out against this dictatorship, you will be silenced. I sen d this message to all of you this way, for all of my posts are moderated before anybody else can see them. So this complaint for sure, would be blocked from the public view. People, you can try all you like, but If you are not an old friend then that is it. I know that I am not the only person who is infuriated with this system, far fro m it. There is a large part of the YSFlight population who are also angry at teh way that this corrupt regime operates, and would glady remove it if possible. By the time many of you have seen this, it is likely I will have been banned. If so then this will show how dictatorial the admins are, and how they dslike the truth, settling for only waht they want to hear. The truth after all, is far too... Inconvenient.

No Fun At All

Earl Sandwich watched with an anxious expression as his family, which consisted of Mrs. Sandwich, Peanut the dog, and Grape the cat, who was listed last because the writer of this story doesn t like her very much. When Earl saw the family car drive off for some unstated reason for an exaggerat ed period of time, he nearly shat his tan slacks. WOO HOO! He shouted, and dove to his cell phone. He immediately reached the contacts list and selected a contact named PLAYMATE . It let out that frickin annoying dial tone for a few seconds before the contact ans wered. Hello? Tiger Arbelt answered his phone. Meanwhile, one of the fat, ugly, fans of M alak s fan-fictions gasped at the sudden plot twist. Then she farted and read on, reaching for a bowl of cheese puffs. Ti-ti? OH! Earl responded. It s Earl.

Tiger exclaimed in the girliest way imaginable. Wassup, mai boo?

Come on over and I ll show you Tiger giggled in a rather irritation fashion. It was like the sound of a sheet o f metal rubbing against a giant cheese grater. Okay, anything you say, pookie bea r. Meanwhile, Gman was walking down the road when a car struck him, killing Gman in stantly. Did we justGrape began to ask.

NO! Mrs. Sandwich shouted, and her head grew twice as large as she floored the gas pedal and drove off to their unstated location. Tiger was back at the Sandwich residence and was already French-kissing Earl in his hairy, bearded mouth. It was not stated WHERE they were exactly in the house , but they were in there somewhere Oh. Tiger exclaimed. You taste delicious.

Earl laughed and showed his vampire fangs, because he was a vampire. Not a REAL vampire, but one of those stupid ones from Twilight . Thank you. fans. He said as he horribly sparkled in the sunlight, blinding some of Malak s Tiger shouted as he did a bac Umineko No Naku Koro Ni w

Excuse me as I slip into something more comfortable. k-flip and landed into a nearby bathroom.

When he came out, he was wearing the dress Beatrice from ore, complete with the flower hairpiece and everything.

Tits. Earl said seductively as he lifted Tiger up and carried him to the bedroom. Oh Earl. Tiger said in a whiny, obnoxious voice.

Meanwhile, Bill woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he dec ided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. E ven though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents . There was one slimy box that looked like a gun. Then Bill noticed that Zoey was out of bed too. She must not have been able to w ait for her presents either. Bill thought that he would surprise Zoey. Maybe even sneak up behind her and jum p her on her bloody penis. That always made Zoey hot. Bill crept angrily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its old lights, and the presents, heaped up huskily, and the mistletoe han ging from the ceiling, and Zoey. Kissing someone. Bill was so angry, he picked up a ammo from a table and threw it sexily on the t ank. They both looked around. "Zoey, you sweaty zombie!" Bill yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with.. ." Bill looked and then rubbed his leg and looked again. It was Santa Claus. "Let me explain," Zoey said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a we t kiss it was." "Well, I suppose," Bill said firmly. "If he was under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be muscly." That seemed reasonable. Bill went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa. Santa was the best kisser ever, like a hot molotov fire burning in the moonlight . He made Bill's eye feel all hard. "You see?" Zoey said gently and Bill saw. So they had a threeway. Everybody's presents were late. As Earl threw Tiger on the bed and exposed his disco stick. Tiger positioned him self and wrapped his arms, I repeat, ARMS, around the phallus and began sucking. Oh GOD Earl shouted. r Tiger s face. Enough talk. moaned. OH GOD!! OneOneOneOne Earl shrilled as he splattered cum all ove

Tiger said, positioning his tailhole in front of Earl s dick. Take me. He

Stu made chocolate pudding for his niece so much, it soon possessed his mind, an d all what he could think about was chocolate pudding. His wife tried to snap him out of it, but she was not successful. When Stu offered the pudding to his niece, she said she was hungry. So for some

reason Stu went back downstairs to make more chocolate pudding, and when he brou ght it back upstairs, he finally snapped, and screamed at the top of his lungs. He then began imaging strange songs in his head. Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka? Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka? The sex between the vampire Earl Sandwich and the canine Tiger Arbelt was a trul y disturbing sight. It was horrible, capable of driving anyone who saw such an a bomination mad. The women ran in terror, men did their best to try and stop it, but to no avail. Eventually, the desperate townsfolk called upon a specialist to deal with this situation. They received two. Ichigo Kurosaki and Ronove approached the two and tried to stop them, but Ichigo was immediately disintegrated but the sheer force of the sex, and Ronove had no choice but to leave. Eventually, the two lovers stopped fucking, and piece was restored to the land. Th e rest of the sandwich clan returned to the house, completely oblivious to what had happened despite what the other townsfolk told them. Let s go play outside Peanut. Grape said. But in reality, they went into Peanut s room and fucked. Meanwhile, a small band of angry fans stormed into OP s private chambers and began to beat him with red hot iron rods. Civil War, /b/ There's some shit going on /b/ right now. It's like a Civil War going on /b/. An d there is two sides, oldfags and newfags, and newfags have go to go. Anytime ol dfags want to have a good time ignorant ass newfags fucking it up. Can't do shit ! Can't do SHIT, without some ignorant ass fucking it up! Can't do nothing! Can' t make some original content thread open more than 100 posts. Grand opening...gr and closing. Can't see cool posts on the front page... WHY? Because newfags are talking about THE BEST. Discuss. I Just Fucked My Sister Well wouldn't you hit it? Over and over again? Response: I would........with my truck Truck is too small This is NOT copypasta. I repeat NOT copypasta. I know coming to /b/ for advice is a top notch bad idea, but I honestly have no where else to turn because this situation directly involves my family, and frien ds. Let me start from the beginning, I am 18 and my sister is 21. I just finished hi gh school and my sister is home from college. I guess this year her grades start ed slipping or something, because I walked past her room and she was crying. I w

alked inside her room to ask her what's up and she hands me a letter - apparentl y she's up for review by her college for dismissal. I feel kinda sorry for her s o I gave her a hug and one thing led to another and we started making out. This is really weird because I've made out with girls before, but my sister blows the m all out of the water. In the back of my mind lies the fact that she's my siste r and what we are doing is sick and wrong, but I guess my sister has more experi ence and it felt so fucking good. Here's the dilemma - after making out, Karen started taking her clothes off and she started pulling my pants down. I'm like, hey, what are you doing? She's like , oh come on Jordan, aren't you even a LITTLE curious? I felt bad because its tr ue, my sister is a hottie and I always wished that she wasn't my sister. I've ev en gone as far as to fap to thoughts of doing her. She then said "For tonight, l et's not be brother and sister. I really need this because I feel like shit righ t now and our parents won't be back till late and we aren't going to tell anyone . I pretty much just fucked my sister. No, to be more honest, I just lost my virgi nity to my sister. My question, /b/, is WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW?? What do peop le usually do after they fuck their sisters? Pic very related; that's Karen. The Girl Next Door When I was 12 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Cleveland and anyway, the girl next door and I were really go od friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Tran sformers with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playin g truth or dare, which turned into 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine". So a nyway there I Was, 12 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and t he chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. So What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there . To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air. Alpha Male I'm an Alpha male /b/. And girls want to fuck alpha males. Let it piss you off as much as you want, but you know it's completely true. That girl you like who is kinda cute in a weird way, but is totally sweet and you have the biggest crush on? The one who keeps g oing back to guys who treat her wrong for reasons you don't understand? The one who calls you up at 1 am to cry about how her boyfriend hasn't called her in 3 d ays, and no matter how long you listen to her, she'll never think of you as anyt hing other than asexual? The one who will curl up next to you on the couch, hug you close, kiss you on the cheek, and never let you fucking touch her beyond tha t? Yeah, I'm fucking her. The hot girl who won't even look at you when you nod at them and smile? The one who laughs when you trip in the hallway and drop your stuff? The one who comes u p and coyly asks for your help with her homework, and then pretends you don't ex ist once you finish?

Yeah, I'm fucking her too, even harder. The geeky girl you think might be enough like you that you have a chance with he r? She plays warcraft on your server, and watches anime, and reads comics? She's so incredible and you just love her so much but you still haven't worked up the courage to tell her how you feel about her? Guess who just sucked me off and told me they'll always love me? Angry sun Anyone else see asianface in this? When I was about nine, I had recently gotten a Nintendo Entertainment System fro m a garage sale down the road, the first gaming system I ever had. One game that I bought was Super Mario Brothers 3, the final chapter of the widely-acclaimed SMB trilogy, which like in the original Super Mario Brothers consisted of Mario/ Luigi chasing after Princess Toadstool (whose name has since been bastardized to 'Peach'). Back on topic though; I popped in the game in my new NES and pressed Start. I started at World 1, of course, and began playing. During this, I got us ed to the controls, map, and all that jazz. After all, it IS supposed to be kind a like a tutorial level. So I had advanced to World 2, "Desert Land" and I was m oving along rather smoothly. In the back of my mind, I knew that at some point t he levels would start to get more difficult. I soon noticed a tile, one unlike t he other tiles (Toad houses, numbered tiles, etc). It appeared to be some crosshybrid of flowing diarrhea and sand, which caught my attention. I navigated my w ay to the tile, and hit the A button and was warped to what appeared to be a nor mal level; there even was a happy sunshine in the top left corner! As I side-scr olled my way through the level, the fucking sun decided to go apeshit and sodomi ze me repeatedly until I finally broke down in tears, throwing my controller at the ground screaming for my mom. That fucking bastard. And no, this is not copy pasta. Atarii E.T. Most gamers know the story of the hundreds of thousands of E.T. cartridges Atari crushed, encased in concrete, then buried in Alamogordo, New Mexico. What most gamers don t know is who Atari buried along with them... Azn Rape lol oh my god /b/ I just witnessed something horrible. Today I was in NYC, I take summer classes at an art school in New York, and I sa w a man following an old asian woman and her little Asian grand daughter I think it was. He followed them for 4 blocks before making his move, I only saw all of this because they were all in front of me walking down E22nd street at the time I was walking down it. Anyways, the man kept getting closer and closer to them until finally he hit the woman with a crowbar and grabbed the girl. I immediatel y ran up to him as fast as I could and whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can sa y that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house around 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "yo holmes, sm ell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air. /b/ is...

/b/ is the guy who tells the cripple ahead of him in line to hurry up. /b/ is first to get to the window to see the car accident outside. /b/ is the one who wrote your number on the mall's bathroom wall. /b/ is a failing student who makes passes at his young, attractive English teach er. /b/ is the guy loitering on Park Ave. that is always trying to sell you somethin g. /b/ is the one who handed his jizz-drenched clothes to Good Will. /b/ is one who first introduced you to Goatse. /b/ is a hot incest dream that you'll try to forget for days. /b/ is the only one of your group of friends to be secure in his sexuality and s ay anything. /b/ is the guy without ED who still likes trying Viagra. /b/ is the best friend that tags along for your first date and cock-blocks throu ghout night. The decent girl you're trying to bag walks out on the date, /b/ lau ghs and takes you home when you're drunk, and you wake up to several hookers in your house who /b/ called for you. /b/ is a friend that constantly asks you to try mutual masturbation with him. /b/ is the guy who calls a suicide hotline to hit on the adviser. /b/ is nuking the hard-drive next time someone knocks on his door. /b/ is the one who left a used condom outside the schoolyard. /b/ is the voice in your head that tells you that it doesn't matter if she's dru nk. /b/ is the friend who constantly talks about your mom's rack. /b/ is the only one who understands what the hell you saying. /b/ is someone who would pay a hooker to eat his ass, and only that. /b/ is the uncle who has touched you several times. /b/ is still recovering in the hospital, after trying something he saw in a hent ai. /b/ is the pleasure you feel guilty of when you tried playing with your anus dur ing masturbation. /b/ is wonderful. /b/ is not... I realize that most of you have ether forgotten what /b/ is or are simply newfag s who don't know. /b/ is not where we make posts talking about our personal lives and our problems ...we're not your fucking livejournal /b/ is not some place where we giggle at memes....we're not fucking YTMND /b/ is not some place where we make confessions we're not fucking grouphug /b/ is not some place where we find pictures on other websites and post them her e ...we're not fucking ebaumsworld /b/ is not some site where we go to jerk off to hentai pics....we're not fucking aerisdies /b/ is not some place that you go to, to get someone to hack your girlfriend's e -mail account because shes cheating on you for the 15th time...we're not your fu cking personal army /b/ is not some place you go to ask for help with a personal problem, we're not your fucking psychologist /b/ isn't some place you go to trash talk other people you'll never meet simply because its an anonymous board with "no rules" and you can get away with it with out any repercussion...we're not a fucking group of internet tough guys /b/ is not NICE so /b/....what IS /b/...i want to see how long it takes for someone to get it. Beating up a girl

SEE ALSO: Azn rape When I was 13, I tied up this girl that was 12 with a jumprope, then beat the fu ck out of her. By the time I was done, her lip was split, her wrists were bleeding from the rop e cuttin into them, one of her eyes was swollen shut, she was missing two teeth, her small tits will entirely black and blue, her pussy was bleeding, and I m fair ly sure that several bones in her feet were broken. When I let her down, she crumpled on the floor and went into a fetal position an d just hugged her legs to her chest and sobbed quietly. I suddenly got very aroused seeing that, so I pulled out my dick (I has actually hit puberty 12, and was hairy, balls dropped and everything functioning) and st arted jerking off quietly. Eventually, I started to breathe harder, and she noti ced what I was doing, and she just looked at me with this look of absolute horro r on her face. It was at that moment that I climaxed and sprayed probably my biggest load of cu m ever all over her face and chest. Then, I picked up her torn shirt from the ground, wiped off my dick, and tossed it to her. I told her to clean herself up and that if she ever told anyone, I would go to h er house and kill her while she slept, and that if anyone asked who hurt her, sh e should say a bunch of high school kids did it. When I think back on it, I think she was the first girl I ever loved. ...god I m fucked up. Bento Box I'm looking for a bento box, it cant be pinku (that's Japanese for pink) or any girl color. It has to be of 2 or more kotoba (that's Japanese for 2 compartments ) and has be be chibi (small) sized. And has to be really kawaii (cute). Also It has to be about 10-20 bux. And you have to post pics of it first (i want to mak e shure it's kawaii [cute]). And it would be nice if it came with matching chops tick holder (WITH chopsticks). OH! and it CANNOT have any cartoon pictures, or b e made out of plastic. It has to be made of ceramic, or something like that. Als o it would be nice if it was made in japan. and not in china or corea (Korea) or whatever. I have found a bento box similar to the one im describing in e-bay, b ut it was 1 kotoba, and i don't want my gohan (rice) to touch my other things (i t can get wet and i would not like that, plus 2 compartments looks more kawaii) /b/ Rap we got computer's 'putin' rss feeds are beatin we're on your aggregators we're r ollin' past the hataz you tryna bait the master? you just a masterbater. go'head ask your neighbors, we has a flavor chicken dinner to feed a culture that's get tin' thinner no longer a soloist now we rollin' with the winners do not slumbah, check alexa we got numbahs put on your boxers it's gonna be a hot summer Cooking with Semen COEUR D'ALENE, Idaho Mar 9, 2005 A teenager has agreed to admit to three counts

of disturbing the peace after anonymously sending semen-frosted brownies to a fe llow student.

ABC News Has anybody ever tried cooking with their own semen? About a month ago I got adventurous and decided to fap into the frying pan, usin g my semen in place of little extra butter I usually put in the pan when I'm gri lling grill'd cheese. I didn't notice much difference in flavor when I tried it, although it definitel y didn't taste any worse. Last night, however, while in the process leading up to grilling two sandwiches for lunch for myself and my sick mother, I noticed my neighbor's 13 year old dau ghter changing in the yard next door (our window sort of faces out into the neig hbor's yard, the suburban layout of our community is somewhat strange), presumab ly after getting out of the pool. I got the urge to fap and decided to incorpora te it into my cooking again in secret. My mother did seem to notice a difference in flavor for the better - I nonchalan tly told her I used a different butter, which in it's essence wasn't entirely a lie, I just didn't specify it was my nut butter. I'm not about to outright lie t o my mother. I consider myself a respectable man of principles, you know. MOTHERFUCKING SHIT MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. I WAS JUST MASTURBATING AND EVERYTHING WAS GOING GREAT. I WA S IN MY ROOM, I HAD MY HEADPHONES ON, I WAS TOTALLY NAKED SITTING AT MY COMPUTER FAPPING AWAY TO A VIDEO ON REDTUBE. ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE'S THIS REALLY SHARP P AIN IN MY DICK, LIKE IT JUST GOT STABBED WITH A SEWING NEEDLE. I JERKED MY HAND BACK AND IT BUMPED INTO MY COMPUTER TOWER, WHICH SITS ON THE DESK. WELL, I HAD M Y STICK OF DEODORANT ON TOP OF THE TOWER, AND THAT BITCH FELL OFF AND LANDED DEO DORANT-END-DOWN ON THE HEAD OF MY COCK. HOLY FUCKING SHIT DID THAT HURT, AND ON TOP OF THAT IT HIT SO HARD THAT IT ACTUALLY FORCED SOME DEODORANT INTO MY URETHR A. I'VE NEVER HAD ANYTHING BURN SO BAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUC KING CHAIR AND STOOD UP BECAUSE IT HURT SO BAD; THIS CAUSED MY HEADPHONE CABLE T O GET YANKED OUT OF MY SPEAKERS, WHICH CAUSED "OH YEAH BABY COME DEEP IN MY TIGH T TEEN ASSHOLE UH UH UH" TO GET BLARED THROUGH MY FUCKING HOUSE AND ALMOST MAXIM UM VOLUME. NOW MY EYES ARE WATERING FROM THE PAIN OF THE DEODORANT INSIDE MY COC K BUT I MANAGE TO PUNCH ONE OF MY SPEAKERS HARD ENOUGH SO THEY TURN OFF. I LOOKE D DOWN AND NOTICED BLOOD DRIPPING OFF OF MY COCK; I GUESS THE LIP OF THE PLASTIC DEODORANT THING BIT INTO MY FORESKIN AS IT CONNECTED WITH MY COCK. THE BLOOD WA S DRIPPING DOWN MY LEG. THIS ALL HAPPENED IN THE SPACE OF MAYBE 6 SECONDS. IT MAY SEEM BAD BUT IT GETS W ORSE. JUST AS I'M STANDING THERE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED, MY BEDROOM DOOR FUCKING OPENS. MY DAD WAS STANDING THERE WITH MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER TO JOHNS HOPKINS. I FROZE AND HE STARED AT ME, NAKED WITH MY BLOODY ERECTION FO R MAYBE 15 SECONDS BEFORE HE NOTICED MY COMPUTER MONITOR AND THE BRUTAL ANAL SEX SCENE GOING ON FULL-SCREEN. HE IMMEDIATELY CLOSED THE DOOR AND LEFT WITHOUT SAY ING ANYTHING. THIS MAY SEEM EMBARRASSING BUT MY DAD IS A SERIOUSLY CONSERVATIVE CHRISTIAN. THIS HAPPENED ABOUT 15 MINUTES AGO AND HE HASN'T SAID ANYTHING TO ME YET. I'M STILL IN MY ROOM TRYING TO GET THE GOD DAMN FUCKING OLD SPICE OUT OF MY

COCK. WHAT SHOULD I DO /b/? Copypasta chefs Original, hand-crafted copypasta; The perfect present for a wedding, christening , new baby, birthday, anniversary, retirement, mother s day, thank you, school reu nion - any occasion you can think of! Our copypastas are each individually handc rafted by a skilled and dedicated chef and guaranteed to be of the highest quali ty. These beautiful and decorative copypastas are hand-crafted from crushed and powd ered words bound up with only the finest pasta. Every copypasta is completely ha nd made, from the basic raw materials through to the finished product every proc ess is carried out by hand. The only exception is a cleaning and polishing proce ss in which the copypasta is put through special machines. Even these machines h ave been developed for particular use in the preparation of the copypasta, for, although the copypasta is quite durable, fine details such as noses, horses ear' s, swords, daggers and flag staffs could be snapped off if treated too roughly. The National Association of Copypasta Chefs (NACC) is dedicated to protecting ar tists and crafters - their work, creativity and intellectual properties and mark eting rights. I believe to keep the true work of the artist and copypasta chef a live we must act to promote and protect our art and craft. Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex Bullshit you say? It's moar likely than you think . . . Pixplskthnks ok, the society exists, now lets look for "Deer Island" OH FUUUUUUUUUU-Deer Island. Private getaway to the Skull & Bones Society. What do they do there? They raise children for sex and sex alone. When members of Yale's most secret of secret societies go there as a "getaway," they do not bring their girlfriends. They instead bring small keys [with skull-a nd-crossbone designs on them, how original] made of various metals [typically go ld, sometimes platinum; mixed with stronger substances for strength, of course] taken from the teeth of dead enemies. Mostly fillings, though. What do these keys unlock? Locks to the various underground chambers scattered about the island. There are fifteen tombs of this type [one for each member of this year's chosen bonesmen]. The girls are allowed to grow no older than fourteen years old. They are abused, raped, and taught to like it from birth. They have no nationali ty, no recognizable country of origin. Typically they're the offspring of gullib le [but clean] whores that are brought to Deer Island by clever bonesmen. The wh ores are killed after the childbirth [and detained on the island during the nine months leading up to it]. At thirteen, the girls are allowed to bear children. Before this age, abortions are routine, one of the island's few year-round residents is an abortionist. He

is well paid, and is one of the only non-bonesmen ever allowed to take place in the childsex. Once the thirteen/fourteen year old girls have given birth, they are taken into what are near-exact replicas of the gas chambers at Auschwitz camp I [only craft ed from ornate stonework; there are etchings on the walls of various Skull-and-B ones images, the number 322, etc.]. They're told that this will be the site of a celebration of their new child's birth. A futon in the middle of the room is wh ere the child is fucked for the final time, before being choked until unconsciou s, and gassed [once the bonesman has left the chamber safely, of course]. For having made mention of ANY of this, I could be killed. (second post begins here ) The girls are given trust tests at age eight, before fellatio can become part of their sexual repertoire. The bonesman will lay his potential cocksucker down on a cold concrete floor in the middle of a well-lit auditorium underground, and force her to lay spread-eag le. He then inserts a straight razor into her vagina, vertically, slowly, being careful so as to minimize any potential damage. One flinch from the girl, and th e blade is pulled up through the uterus, and the girl is then disposed of [the b onesmen often HOPE for a twitch from the girl, so they can mutilate her with the razor just for fun]. If the child remains calm, the razor is removed, and she i s "rewarded" with the privilege of getting to suck the cock of one of the most p owerful men in the world. Semen must be swallowed, if fellatio is performed. If the child can't get the bo nesman off, he will grab her head, and give a warning thrust, jamming his penis into the back of her throat. She is given a couples seconds to recover, and the quality of her blowjob must either improve, or she will get another thrust, hard er this time. If a third thrust is necessary, the bonesman does not let go of he r head at all, but rams it into his pelvis, until he ejaculates. The girl is oft en unable to breathe by the end of this, and so, the razor comes out, and the gi rl is finished off. This very rarely happens though, the girls are taught the pr oper respect by the time they reach the age of eight. That's all I can share safely tonight; I'll try to post more soon. I need to mak e it look like I'm here doing research. -"322 minus one" Early Communists Earlycommunism.jpg The very first Communists were early Slavic tribes who owned so little they had to share everything. They were renowned warriors, whose battle tactics consisted of getting as drunk as mortally possible, then drink twice as much more and cha rge at the enemy wielding a hammer in one hand and a sickle in the other. Even i n these early times they were called the Red Army for their red faces (esp. nose s). A Communist Warrior was terrible to behold in battle, bashing, slicing, and breathing alcoholic fumes at his enemies. Mortally wounded, he would merely fall asleep at the field of battle, only to wake up the next morning with regenerate d limbs, healed wounds and a severe headache. Picture is of Carl Marx.

First gay experience Well my first gay experience happened like this: I was about 50 yards or so up this path when I noticed a man standing off the si de of the path apparently staring into the woods. As I got closer I realized his pants were down around his ankles and I could see his ass. Now, I'm straight bu t I have to say that it was a really nicely shaped ass for a man and I took noti ce. I figured maybe he was drunk and just peeing in the bushes, so I started to walk quieter so I wouldn't disturb him. But as I got closer I started hearing st range grunts and sucking sounds. I realized there was another man blowing him. Now, I'm not gay but I slowed my pace down to watch. I slowed and approached the standing man from behind. His friend didn't take any notice as his eyes were ti ghtly closed. I came right up behind the man standing so that I could have reach ed out and touched him. That's when I brought the cinder block down on his head, hard. He collapsed on top of his faggot friend and I quickly finished them both off. I rolled them into the bushes and finished my walk. That was only my first of many such gay encounters. Fried Pig Pussy Mmmmmm... Fried pig pussy! Once you eat one of these pig pussy pork rinds, you'l l never eat another.. human pussy again. But FUCK human pussy! I fuck dead pigs. You'll read all about it in heartburn how I fuck them dead pigs before I turn e m into pork rinds! I couldn't get no twat from serenity back then. She only wanted dildos in her pu ssy twat. Big phony bologna dicks. But now she wants this real cock. Come here s erenity lets show these assholes how we fuck. Lets show these assholes how we fu ck. My sweet sweet serenity. Fuck an umbilical cord out of your phony asshole, and I'll hang a pig with it, w hile I impregnate you with my 80 year old pork rind dick. You'll give birth to a dead pig and we'll cut him into pork rinds. I'll eat pork rinds with god. In a land that speaks only with its eyes. No langu age, no dildos, no fucking laws! Where the whores can't sell their pussy. Or use their twats to gold dig. A land where us warriors run free with our big dicks o ut, and our fucking hair wild. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, ea t dead pigs. Salt their dead skin and put em in plastic bags. Fuck you, you fuck ing, farting robots. Suck my dead pig. Suck my dead pig! Furry Texan I've been a Furry for 10 years now and want to stop. The problem is that the gro up of furs that I hang out with don't like me now and if I took my fursuit off, they would probably beat me up and kill me. My last boyfriend (a cute b/w wolf) gave me herpes on my ass and now I have a hard time taking a shit. Sometimes I h ave to take an Ex-lax so my shit will come out easy. I've never had sex with a girl, because I don't know how to why I turned Furry. But now I'm just tired of guys ripping 't use lubrication. I've had to get stitches three times. I last night who said he only gives, he doesn't receive, so I pick them up. That's my ass when they don went out with a fox had to suck his dick

and he made me swallow or he would kick my ass. - Tony, Age 20, Austin, Texas Gay In A Locker Room I'm a gay man and I have nothing but fond memories of my time spent in the girls ' locker room. As an effeminately homosexual adolescent, I felt very uncomfortab le and out of place in the loud, nasty, testosterone-fueled environment of the b oys' locker room, so our dyke gym teacher let me use the girls' locker room inst ead. All my friends were girls and they loved me, I was kind of their cuddly lit tle gay mascot. But there's always one bitch who'll kick up a fuss, and it's usu ally the ugliest one in the room. This hatchet-faced shrew called Arlene took is sue with my presence, she was all "Oh I don't feel comfortable with him looking at my naked body", and I was just like "Girl, I wouldn't look at your tired ass if it paid me to". She got over herself eventually. Sometimes I would sashay int o the boys' locker room and pretend I'd forgotten my schoolbag, then I'd run bac k to the girls' locker room and tell them about all the small sad willies I'd se en. I also had great fun towel-whipping those bitches until their fat asses were red raw! Lolz. GOD God is just some guy who bought Sim City and was bored. Some guy sitting at a gi ant computer is controlling you right now. When you have several decisions going through your head and you don't know which one to pick, God does. "Flirt? Tickl e? Entertain?" He decides. You have no say in The Sims. You're just some compute r graphic. That is God. NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN Today was a day that will forever be the climax of my life, at this point, nothi ng could get any better. That little cunt is going to get it, him and his fuckin g family. They are all going to die. ALL OF THEM, ESPECIALLY THE FUCKING CHILDRE N. You see, it started one day, and I was at the fresh young age of 12, the first d ay I ever saw him. He looked friendly at first, but little did I know that that exact day I had met the devil himself, just in a childish form. He asked for my name, and I said my name, which is Caleb. And almost as soon as he heard my name , he yelled out (let me tell you that this was inside of a school) "Hey, everybo dy! It's Caleb the Cunt-Sucker!" Everyone laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Eve n the teachers were laughing. It was degrading, it was down right.....damning. I t continued thought the rest of my years in school, and I even went as far as al most committing suicide. After I got out of school, I got a job at a local garage. It wasn't the cleanest , or well-paying of jobs, but it got me threw. I had to stay at home, I hardly h ad any money, let alone have money to pay for a house. One day, I was driving ba ck home, and I saw him. And not only did he have a perfect house and a perfect c ar, he had a family. A picture-perfect family. I snapped that day, and when I go t home, I started planning his downfall. Now, today was the day, the day that I would for fill my dream of killing all of them. I will be back later to tell you the result. And I will finally tell the

brutal death of those fucking maggots. I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest . "How?" you ask. Well apparently there are a select few contexts within which suc h an action is acceptable. For instance, if your niece has a hacking cough and y our sister asks you to "put some of this on her" while she calls the doctor. "Putting some of this on hear" meant using my bare hands to rub this vapor ointm ent shit all over her BARE NAKED CHEST. My heartbeat is still all erratic from i t. I had a boner the size of Manhattan the entire time. She's sleeping now and I guess she feels better because she stopped coughing. Details: She's about 5 feet tall, has long brown hair, a cute face, a thin waist and long skinny legs. She's in jammies I think because although I'm pretty shak en up right now I know I unbuttoned something before I went at it. God I feel so great. I just rubbed my hands all over her FUCKING TITS, you guys. Well the puffy parts of her chest anyway. Her nipples got hard. I just about we pt tears of joy. I didn't do anything else because I'm a coward and rubbing was enough. Plus it w as legal and I didn't technically do anything wrong, so I'm in the clear. I'd write more but I seriously have to go fap while the memory is fresh in my he ad. Jar Jar Binks I like to wear a elaborate Jar Jar Binks costume and mask as part of my every da y life. I went to the grocery store, and saw how depressed everyone was so I tho ught I would help. I started dancing in the aisles, and yelling at people, and r unning up to people and taking things out of their cart. It was great fun. Then when I went to check out, there was only one lane open and a long line. I scream ed and screamed while in line and danced, bumping into other people. I opened a box of baking soda and threw it around. Finally I got to the checkout. I started making noises at the cashier, and I kept pressing buttons on the computer. Some people in line were groaning because the line was getting very long, but that g ave me even more incentive to make them laugh. I climbed onto the table and star ted kicking peoples groceries on the floor and singing. The manager and one of h is goons pulled me off and said I could never shop there again. Can I sue for ha rassment or possibly assault? Boner Exposed h boy /b/ I sure did it this time I am in so much shit here it's not even funny. Every once in a while I babysit m y niece and cousin for some extra money, said niece is 7 and the cousin is 5. I was sitting there and I found one of my uncles Penthouse magazines and started f lipping trough the pages, secretly so the kids wouldn't see it. I was sitting co mfortably when suddenly I flip open a page to THE HOTTEST GIRL I EVER SEEN. So I am sitting there checking her out when suddenly my niece spills apple juice all over my pants. I almost shout out god dammit but I managed to hold that shit in when my niece says as I am standing up: "You can put your trousers in the washing machine I know how it works!" So I unbutton my pants and take them off, forgetting that recently I lost a lot of weight (22 po

unds) and thus my underwear falls down on the floor. Exposing the boner the Pent house pet just gave me. And just as my niece points at my my shlong saying: "Why is it all hard like that?" My uncle and aunt walk in the room because they forg ot their wallet. To make a long story short I was kicked out of the house, my uncle slapping me o n the head (hard) shouting I'm a pervert, which I am not, and my aunt shouting t hey'd call the police on me and I was never to come to their house again. What the fuck do I do now?! Meeting a Truck I remember it was the summer '06. Some friends and I had been on the road for a couple of weeks. Just travelling around, little bit of a road trip. Stopping off where we felt. Going to lots of pubs, clubs, parties, etc. Anyway one night we set out from our motel room to go to a nearby bar. We get there and it's fairly quiet. We had a few drinks but decided it was kinda boring and we were going to find some place else to drink for the night. Then just as we're leaving, she cau ght my eye. Across the room was the most beautiful truck I've ever seen. 87 mode l, was wearing a 200 gallon mixer tank, you know the kind. She had tyres that we nt on for days. A part of me was ready to leave already. But a part of me knew t hat if I didn't at least talk to her I'd regret it. I downed the last of my drin k to get a little Dutch courage, then I made my move. I walked up to her and sai d, "Hi." Girls like this usually don't give me the time of day. But something wa s different this time. I don't know what it it was, if she was in a different mo od cos she was on holidays, too, or if I was just in the zone that night or what . But much to my surprise she was totally into me. Every smile was met with a fl ash of her headlights, every joke was met with a honk of her horn. She was into me, it was time to close it. "Would you like to join me at my room?" I really ha d gone too far ths time. But instead I hear, "Sure, let's go." I couldn't believ e it. It was on. The sexiest truck I've ever seen and she wants to have sex with me! Unbelievable! We get back to my room, make out for a while then made passio nate love. The next day she headed off back home to work in a strip mine. She ga ve me her email address and we still keep in contact from time to time. But that was the best night of my life and I'll never forget her. See Also Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

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Copypasta/Archive 1 <Copypasta Contents 1 Archive 1 2 DICTATORSHIP 3 No Fun At All 3.1 Civil War, /b/ 3.2 I Just Fucked My Sister

3.3 The Girl Next Door 3.4 Alpha Male 3.5 Angry sun 3.6 Atarii E.T. 3.7 Azn Rape lol 3.8 /b/ is... 3.9 /b/ is not... 3.10 Beating up a girl 3.11 Bento Box 3.12 /b/ Rap 3.13 Cooking with Semen 3.14 MOTHERFUCKING SHIT 3.15 Copypasta chefs 3.16 Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex 3.17 Early Communists 3.18 First gay experience 3.19 Fried Pig Pussy 3.20 Furry Texan 3.21 Gay In A Locker Room 3.22 GOD 3.23 NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN 3.24 I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl 's bare chest 3.25 Jar Jar Binks 3.26 Boner Exposed 3.27 Meeting a Truck 4 See Also Archive 1 DICTATORSHIP Hello, A few months ago, the YSflight community was in a mess, wityh flaming trolling a nd general spamming being the nor on a destroyed YSPilots. Just as hope seemed l ost, this forum arived. YSFlight Head-Quarters. It was a beacon of hope in a sea of rage and hate. But all to soon it became apparent that little had actually c hanged, trolls were still there and the troubles were not gone, merely sleeping. When I joined YSFHQ I believed that this was the way forward, with a large moder ation team and a forum set up to make the most of he good things in YSFlight. Bu t it was soon clear that this was far from the truth. In may I looked towards the world of virtual airlines, and I sw that there was o nly one airline in existence. I thought this was an appalling sate for this to b e in, so I decided to create Air Terranean, to show that you can create virtual airlines on Headquarters. We soon grew and recieved out certification in record time, clearly showing that it was possible to do this. Now back then, we and our friends in the other VA did not get on too well, but we resolved our arguments each time they happened. Then soemthing else came along that would threatena nd then destroy all that har d work. This was a threat I had not expected and was more damaging as a result. The founder and Administrator of YSFHQ, Iceman, intentionally ruining the reputa tion of these two airlines and asking them to go to war on each other! Almost ev eryone on both sides refused, saying that this was an argument between 4 people, not two entire airlines. Still he kept it up, knowing that he was damaging both airlines, and the Air Terranean, being new, would struggle to stay alive. At this point the corruption of YSFHQ became apparent, as Turbofan, the then Civ

ilian Head of YSFHQ was leaving due to the fact that his life required more of h is time for work. So a new moderator had to be found. As you will see in my last paragraph, I sauid almost everyone disagreed with Iceman's call for a war. But there was one who awnted it, more than anything else. He wanted a war between th ese Airlines, despite what it would do. And because he agreed with Iceman and we nt against eveyone else and reason, so it was that Midnight Rambler was chosen t o head the civillian section. Ok, things were still going along fine, and MR was doing a decent job. But then we get to the point that truly reveals how this forum works. In august, I figured that I would soon not be able to run Air terranean, owing t o the fact I would start my A-Levels. As a result I handed it to the person who promised me that he was "100% commited" to Air Terranean and could do the job. I gave it to Fariiniq. However, as soon as I did this, and he acknowledged. He va nished, he was absent for considerable time and left us leaderless, thus damagin g ATVA as a whole, giving the idea that it was inactive. Then He comes back and decides that, being inactive a while, and not actually do ing what he said he would, he decided to declare this airline "dead", calling it s name "mud" and that the only hope for "a fresh start" would be to leave this r uin and join his own VA. I later discovered that he had been planning to create his own airline since before he accepted the position of CEO, and before he decl ared that the was "100% commited to Air Terranean". Now, he convinces everyone in Air terranean to join, and they all believe him th at it is dead, even though we are logging many flight hours. So he comes onto HQ , destroys Air Terranean's own website, and delcares that he has legitiamtely op ened his own airline. An HQ mod tells me to post on here my complaint, and Midni ght Rambler, the supposedly fair and impartial person who was chosen for the pos tition of head admin for the civillian section, decides to delete my post and gi ve me a warning for "flaming". Several times I am told that I was complaining th e "wrong way", so I ask him how should I complain then, if this is the case. To add insult to injury, All of HQ's mods and admins decide that despite everyth ing, and the fact I have complained, Fariiniq is the good guy, so anything I say is from now on "flaming". When I made a complaint I get warnings, one of which was becasue of the "abuse" I have sent to Midnight Rambler over the PMs. BTW, I made a few notes on how he moderated, and accused him of not being an impartial moderator, which I believe is legitimate on this forum, considering there is a w hole section for people tp truly flame against the staff! When I make a complaint against the fact that despite all this Iceman has still refused to remove his lie on the blog, that we are at war, I get another warning for flaming. People, let me ask you, what kind of system decides what you can say and not say based on how well you bow down to the chief admin? Who, when somebody disagrees , places several warnings, (one of which was just for makiing a post which did " not contribute" to the topic as such), brings them within an inch of being banne d and lets the person who took away what they had worked for get away with it? I speak out and look, I am on probation, my life on YS has been destroyed and an ything I worked towards has beentrodden on and ground to dust. I got a two day b an on the Team speak for asking Fariiniq a question, which was nothing to do wit h any issues we have. Fariiniq also decides that he hates me to the extent, that I am not allowed to do anyhting on Teamspeak, and that abny request I make is " flaming" and a bannable offence. So people, This shows you that in the end, it does not matter how much you contr

ibute to YS, how much enthusiasm you have, or what you have done for the communi ty. If you dare speak out against this dictatorship, you will be silenced. I sen d this message to all of you this way, for all of my posts are moderated before anybody else can see them. So this complaint for sure, would be blocked from the public view. People, you can try all you like, but If you are not an old friend then that is it. I know that I am not the only person who is infuriated with this system, far fro m it. There is a large part of the YSFlight population who are also angry at teh way that this corrupt regime operates, and would glady remove it if possible. By the time many of you have seen this, it is likely I will have been banned. If so then this will show how dictatorial the admins are, and how they dslike the truth, settling for only waht they want to hear. The truth after all, is far too... Inconvenient.

No Fun At All Earl Sandwich watched with an anxious expression as his family, which consisted of Mrs. Sandwich, Peanut the dog, and Grape the cat, who was listed last because the writer of this story doesn t like her very much. When Earl saw the family car drive off for some unstated reason for an exaggerat ed period of time, he nearly shat his tan slacks. WOO HOO! He shouted, and dove to his cell phone. He immediately reached the contacts list and selected a contact named PLAYMATE . It let out that frickin annoying dial tone for a few seconds before the contact ans wered. Hello? Tiger Arbelt answered his phone. Meanwhile, one of the fat, ugly, fans of M alak s fan-fictions gasped at the sudden plot twist. Then she farted and read on, reaching for a bowl of cheese puffs. Ti-ti? OH! Earl responded. It s Earl.

Tiger exclaimed in the girliest way imaginable. Wassup, mai boo?

Come on over and I ll show you Tiger giggled in a rather irritation fashion. It was like the sound of a sheet o f metal rubbing against a giant cheese grater. Okay, anything you say, pookie bea r. Meanwhile, Gman was walking down the road when a car struck him, killing Gman in stantly. Did we justGrape began to ask.

NO! Mrs. Sandwich shouted, and her head grew twice as large as she floored the gas pedal and drove off to their unstated location.

Tiger was back at the Sandwich residence and was already French-kissing Earl in his hairy, bearded mouth. It was not stated WHERE they were exactly in the house , but they were in there somewhere Oh. Tiger exclaimed. You taste delicious.

Earl laughed and showed his vampire fangs, because he was a vampire. Not a REAL vampire, but one of those stupid ones from Twilight . Thank you. fans. He said as he horribly sparkled in the sunlight, blinding some of Malak s Tiger shouted as he did a bac Umineko No Naku Koro Ni w

Excuse me as I slip into something more comfortable. k-flip and landed into a nearby bathroom.

When he came out, he was wearing the dress Beatrice from ore, complete with the flower hairpiece and everything.

Tits. Earl said seductively as he lifted Tiger up and carried him to the bedroom. Oh Earl. Tiger said in a whiny, obnoxious voice.

Meanwhile, Bill woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he dec ided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. E ven though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents . There was one slimy box that looked like a gun. Then Bill noticed that Zoey was out of bed too. She must not have been able to w ait for her presents either. Bill thought that he would surprise Zoey. Maybe even sneak up behind her and jum p her on her bloody penis. That always made Zoey hot. Bill crept angrily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its old lights, and the presents, heaped up huskily, and the mistletoe han ging from the ceiling, and Zoey. Kissing someone. Bill was so angry, he picked up a ammo from a table and threw it sexily on the t ank. They both looked around. "Zoey, you sweaty zombie!" Bill yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with.. ." Bill looked and then rubbed his leg and looked again. It was Santa Claus. "Let me explain," Zoey said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a we t kiss it was." "Well, I suppose," Bill said firmly. "If he was under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be muscly." That seemed reasonable. Bill went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa. Santa was the best kisser ever, like a hot molotov fire burning in the moonlight

. He made Bill's eye feel all hard. "You see?" Zoey said gently and Bill saw. So they had a threeway. Everybody's presents were late. As Earl threw Tiger on the bed and exposed his disco stick. Tiger positioned him self and wrapped his arms, I repeat, ARMS, around the phallus and began sucking. Oh GOD Earl shouted. r Tiger s face. Enough talk. moaned. OH GOD!! OneOneOneOne Earl shrilled as he splattered cum all ove

Tiger said, positioning his tailhole in front of Earl s dick. Take me. He

Stu made chocolate pudding for his niece so much, it soon possessed his mind, an d all what he could think about was chocolate pudding. His wife tried to snap him out of it, but she was not successful. When Stu offered the pudding to his niece, she said she was hungry. So for some reason Stu went back downstairs to make more chocolate pudding, and when he brou ght it back upstairs, he finally snapped, and screamed at the top of his lungs. He then began imaging strange songs in his head. Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka? Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka? The sex between the vampire Earl Sandwich and the canine Tiger Arbelt was a trul y disturbing sight. It was horrible, capable of driving anyone who saw such an a bomination mad. The women ran in terror, men did their best to try and stop it, but to no avail. Eventually, the desperate townsfolk called upon a specialist to deal with this situation. They received two. Ichigo Kurosaki and Ronove approached the two and tried to stop them, but Ichigo was immediately disintegrated but the sheer force of the sex, and Ronove had no choice but to leave. Eventually, the two lovers stopped fucking, and piece was restored to the land. Th e rest of the sandwich clan returned to the house, completely oblivious to what had happened despite what the other townsfolk told them. Let s go play outside Peanut. Grape said. But in reality, they went into Peanut s room and fucked. Meanwhile, a small band of angry fans stormed into OP s private chambers and began to beat him with red hot iron rods. Civil War, /b/ There's some shit going on /b/ right now. It's like a Civil War going on /b/. An

d there is two sides, oldfags and newfags, and newfags have go to go. Anytime ol dfags want to have a good time ignorant ass newfags fucking it up. Can't do shit ! Can't do SHIT, without some ignorant ass fucking it up! Can't do nothing! Can' t make some original content thread open more than 100 posts. Grand opening...gr and closing. Can't see cool posts on the front page... WHY? Because newfags are talking about THE BEST. Discuss. I Just Fucked My Sister Well wouldn't you hit it? Over and over again? Response: I would........with my truck Truck is too small This is NOT copypasta. I repeat NOT copypasta. I know coming to /b/ for advice is a top notch bad idea, but I honestly have no where else to turn because this situation directly involves my family, and frien ds. Let me start from the beginning, I am 18 and my sister is 21. I just finished hi gh school and my sister is home from college. I guess this year her grades start ed slipping or something, because I walked past her room and she was crying. I w alked inside her room to ask her what's up and she hands me a letter - apparentl y she's up for review by her college for dismissal. I feel kinda sorry for her s o I gave her a hug and one thing led to another and we started making out. This is really weird because I've made out with girls before, but my sister blows the m all out of the water. In the back of my mind lies the fact that she's my siste r and what we are doing is sick and wrong, but I guess my sister has more experi ence and it felt so fucking good. Here's the dilemma - after making out, Karen started taking her clothes off and she started pulling my pants down. I'm like, hey, what are you doing? She's like , oh come on Jordan, aren't you even a LITTLE curious? I felt bad because its tr ue, my sister is a hottie and I always wished that she wasn't my sister. I've ev en gone as far as to fap to thoughts of doing her. She then said "For tonight, l et's not be brother and sister. I really need this because I feel like shit righ t now and our parents won't be back till late and we aren't going to tell anyone . I pretty much just fucked my sister. No, to be more honest, I just lost my virgi nity to my sister. My question, /b/, is WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW?? What do peop le usually do after they fuck their sisters? Pic very related; that's Karen. The Girl Next Door When I was 12 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Cleveland and anyway, the girl next door and I were really go od friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Tran sformers with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playin g truth or dare, which turned into 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine". So a nyway there I Was, 12 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and t he chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. So What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there . To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.

Alpha Male I'm an Alpha male /b/. And girls want to fuck alpha males. Let it piss you off as much as you want, but you know it's completely true. That girl you like who is kinda cute in a weird way, but is totally sweet and you have the biggest crush on? The one who keeps g oing back to guys who treat her wrong for reasons you don't understand? The one who calls you up at 1 am to cry about how her boyfriend hasn't called her in 3 d ays, and no matter how long you listen to her, she'll never think of you as anyt hing other than asexual? The one who will curl up next to you on the couch, hug you close, kiss you on the cheek, and never let you fucking touch her beyond tha t? Yeah, I'm fucking her. The hot girl who won't even look at you when you nod at them and smile? The one who laughs when you trip in the hallway and drop your stuff? The one who comes u p and coyly asks for your help with her homework, and then pretends you don't ex ist once you finish? Yeah, I'm fucking her too, even harder. The geeky girl you think might be enough like you that you have a chance with he r? She plays warcraft on your server, and watches anime, and reads comics? She's so incredible and you just love her so much but you still haven't worked up the courage to tell her how you feel about her? Guess who just sucked me off and told me they'll always love me? Angry sun Anyone else see asianface in this? When I was about nine, I had recently gotten a Nintendo Entertainment System fro m a garage sale down the road, the first gaming system I ever had. One game that I bought was Super Mario Brothers 3, the final chapter of the widely-acclaimed SMB trilogy, which like in the original Super Mario Brothers consisted of Mario/ Luigi chasing after Princess Toadstool (whose name has since been bastardized to 'Peach'). Back on topic though; I popped in the game in my new NES and pressed Start. I started at World 1, of course, and began playing. During this, I got us ed to the controls, map, and all that jazz. After all, it IS supposed to be kind a like a tutorial level. So I had advanced to World 2, "Desert Land" and I was m oving along rather smoothly. In the back of my mind, I knew that at some point t he levels would start to get more difficult. I soon noticed a tile, one unlike t he other tiles (Toad houses, numbered tiles, etc). It appeared to be some crosshybrid of flowing diarrhea and sand, which caught my attention. I navigated my w ay to the tile, and hit the A button and was warped to what appeared to be a nor mal level; there even was a happy sunshine in the top left corner! As I side-scr olled my way through the level, the fucking sun decided to go apeshit and sodomi ze me repeatedly until I finally broke down in tears, throwing my controller at the ground screaming for my mom. That fucking bastard. And no, this is not copy pasta. Atarii E.T. Most gamers know the story of the hundreds of thousands of E.T. cartridges Atari crushed, encased in concrete, then buried in Alamogordo, New Mexico. What most

gamers don t know is who Atari buried along with them... Azn Rape lol oh my god /b/ I just witnessed something horrible. Today I was in NYC, I take summer classes at an art school in New York, and I sa w a man following an old asian woman and her little Asian grand daughter I think it was. He followed them for 4 blocks before making his move, I only saw all of this because they were all in front of me walking down E22nd street at the time I was walking down it. Anyways, the man kept getting closer and closer to them until finally he hit the woman with a crowbar and grabbed the girl. I immediatel y ran up to him as fast as I could and whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can sa y that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house around 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "yo holmes, sm ell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air. /b/ is... /b/ is the guy who tells the cripple ahead of him in line to hurry up. /b/ is first to get to the window to see the car accident outside. /b/ is the one who wrote your number on the mall's bathroom wall. /b/ is a failing student who makes passes at his young, attractive English teach er. /b/ is the guy loitering on Park Ave. that is always trying to sell you somethin g. /b/ is the one who handed his jizz-drenched clothes to Good Will. /b/ is one who first introduced you to Goatse. /b/ is a hot incest dream that you'll try to forget for days. /b/ is the only one of your group of friends to be secure in his sexuality and s ay anything. /b/ is the guy without ED who still likes trying Viagra. /b/ is the best friend that tags along for your first date and cock-blocks throu ghout night. The decent girl you're trying to bag walks out on the date, /b/ lau ghs and takes you home when you're drunk, and you wake up to several hookers in your house who /b/ called for you. /b/ is a friend that constantly asks you to try mutual masturbation with him. /b/ is the guy who calls a suicide hotline to hit on the adviser. /b/ is nuking the hard-drive next time someone knocks on his door. /b/ is the one who left a used condom outside the schoolyard. /b/ is the voice in your head that tells you that it doesn't matter if she's dru nk. /b/ is the friend who constantly talks about your mom's rack. /b/ is the only one who understands what the hell you saying. /b/ is someone who would pay a hooker to eat his ass, and only that. /b/ is the uncle who has touched you several times. /b/ is still recovering in the hospital, after trying something he saw in a hent ai. /b/ is the pleasure you feel guilty of when you tried playing with your anus dur ing masturbation. /b/ is wonderful. /b/ is not... I realize that most of you have ether forgotten what /b/ is or are simply newfag s who don't know.

/b/ is not where we make posts talking about our personal lives and our problems ...we're not your fucking livejournal /b/ is not some place where we giggle at memes....we're not fucking YTMND /b/ is not some place where we make confessions we're not fucking grouphug /b/ is not some place where we find pictures on other websites and post them her e ...we're not fucking ebaumsworld /b/ is not some site where we go to jerk off to hentai pics....we're not fucking aerisdies /b/ is not some place that you go to, to get someone to hack your girlfriend's e -mail account because shes cheating on you for the 15th time...we're not your fu cking personal army /b/ is not some place you go to ask for help with a personal problem, we're not your fucking psychologist /b/ isn't some place you go to trash talk other people you'll never meet simply because its an anonymous board with "no rules" and you can get away with it with out any repercussion...we're not a fucking group of internet tough guys /b/ is not NICE so /b/....what IS /b/...i want to see how long it takes for someone to get it. Beating up a girl SEE ALSO: Azn rape When I was 13, I tied up this girl that was 12 with a jumprope, then beat the fu ck out of her. By the time I was done, her lip was split, her wrists were bleeding from the rop e cuttin into them, one of her eyes was swollen shut, she was missing two teeth, her small tits will entirely black and blue, her pussy was bleeding, and I m fair ly sure that several bones in her feet were broken. When I let her down, she crumpled on the floor and went into a fetal position an d just hugged her legs to her chest and sobbed quietly. I suddenly got very aroused seeing that, so I pulled out my dick (I has actually hit puberty 12, and was hairy, balls dropped and everything functioning) and st arted jerking off quietly. Eventually, I started to breathe harder, and she noti ced what I was doing, and she just looked at me with this look of absolute horro r on her face. It was at that moment that I climaxed and sprayed probably my biggest load of cu m ever all over her face and chest. Then, I picked up her torn shirt from the ground, wiped off my dick, and tossed it to her. I told her to clean herself up and that if she ever told anyone, I would go to h er house and kill her while she slept, and that if anyone asked who hurt her, sh e should say a bunch of high school kids did it. When I think back on it, I think she was the first girl I ever loved. ...god I m fucked up. Bento Box I'm looking for a bento box, it cant be pinku (that's Japanese for pink) or any girl color. It has to be of 2 or more kotoba (that's Japanese for 2 compartments ) and has be be chibi (small) sized. And has to be really kawaii (cute). Also It

has to be about 10-20 bux. And you have to post pics of it first (i want to mak e shure it's kawaii [cute]). And it would be nice if it came with matching chops tick holder (WITH chopsticks). OH! and it CANNOT have any cartoon pictures, or b e made out of plastic. It has to be made of ceramic, or something like that. Als o it would be nice if it was made in japan. and not in china or corea (Korea) or whatever. I have found a bento box similar to the one im describing in e-bay, b ut it was 1 kotoba, and i don't want my gohan (rice) to touch my other things (i t can get wet and i would not like that, plus 2 compartments looks more kawaii) /b/ Rap we got computer's 'putin' rss feeds are beatin we're on your aggregators we're r ollin' past the hataz you tryna bait the master? you just a masterbater. go'head ask your neighbors, we has a flavor chicken dinner to feed a culture that's get tin' thinner no longer a soloist now we rollin' with the winners do not slumbah, check alexa we got numbahs put on your boxers it's gonna be a hot summer Cooking with Semen COEUR D'ALENE, Idaho Mar 9, 2005 A teenager has agreed to admit to three counts of disturbing the peace after anonymously sending semen-frosted brownies to a fe llow student.

ABC News Has anybody ever tried cooking with their own semen? About a month ago I got adventurous and decided to fap into the frying pan, usin g my semen in place of little extra butter I usually put in the pan when I'm gri lling grill'd cheese. I didn't notice much difference in flavor when I tried it, although it definitel y didn't taste any worse. Last night, however, while in the process leading up to grilling two sandwiches for lunch for myself and my sick mother, I noticed my neighbor's 13 year old dau ghter changing in the yard next door (our window sort of faces out into the neig hbor's yard, the suburban layout of our community is somewhat strange), presumab ly after getting out of the pool. I got the urge to fap and decided to incorpora te it into my cooking again in secret. My mother did seem to notice a difference in flavor for the better - I nonchalan tly told her I used a different butter, which in it's essence wasn't entirely a lie, I just didn't specify it was my nut butter. I'm not about to outright lie t o my mother. I consider myself a respectable man of principles, you know. MOTHERFUCKING SHIT MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. I WAS JUST MASTURBATING AND EVERYTHING WAS GOING GREAT. I WA S IN MY ROOM, I HAD MY HEADPHONES ON, I WAS TOTALLY NAKED SITTING AT MY COMPUTER FAPPING AWAY TO A VIDEO ON REDTUBE. ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE'S THIS REALLY SHARP P AIN IN MY DICK, LIKE IT JUST GOT STABBED WITH A SEWING NEEDLE. I JERKED MY HAND

BACK AND IT BUMPED INTO MY COMPUTER TOWER, WHICH SITS ON THE DESK. WELL, I HAD M Y STICK OF DEODORANT ON TOP OF THE TOWER, AND THAT BITCH FELL OFF AND LANDED DEO DORANT-END-DOWN ON THE HEAD OF MY COCK. HOLY FUCKING SHIT DID THAT HURT, AND ON TOP OF THAT IT HIT SO HARD THAT IT ACTUALLY FORCED SOME DEODORANT INTO MY URETHR A. I'VE NEVER HAD ANYTHING BURN SO BAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUC KING CHAIR AND STOOD UP BECAUSE IT HURT SO BAD; THIS CAUSED MY HEADPHONE CABLE T O GET YANKED OUT OF MY SPEAKERS, WHICH CAUSED "OH YEAH BABY COME DEEP IN MY TIGH T TEEN ASSHOLE UH UH UH" TO GET BLARED THROUGH MY FUCKING HOUSE AND ALMOST MAXIM UM VOLUME. NOW MY EYES ARE WATERING FROM THE PAIN OF THE DEODORANT INSIDE MY COC K BUT I MANAGE TO PUNCH ONE OF MY SPEAKERS HARD ENOUGH SO THEY TURN OFF. I LOOKE D DOWN AND NOTICED BLOOD DRIPPING OFF OF MY COCK; I GUESS THE LIP OF THE PLASTIC DEODORANT THING BIT INTO MY FORESKIN AS IT CONNECTED WITH MY COCK. THE BLOOD WA S DRIPPING DOWN MY LEG. THIS ALL HAPPENED IN THE SPACE OF MAYBE 6 SECONDS. IT MAY SEEM BAD BUT IT GETS W ORSE. JUST AS I'M STANDING THERE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED, MY BEDROOM DOOR FUCKING OPENS. MY DAD WAS STANDING THERE WITH MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER TO JOHNS HOPKINS. I FROZE AND HE STARED AT ME, NAKED WITH MY BLOODY ERECTION FO R MAYBE 15 SECONDS BEFORE HE NOTICED MY COMPUTER MONITOR AND THE BRUTAL ANAL SEX SCENE GOING ON FULL-SCREEN. HE IMMEDIATELY CLOSED THE DOOR AND LEFT WITHOUT SAY ING ANYTHING. THIS MAY SEEM EMBARRASSING BUT MY DAD IS A SERIOUSLY CONSERVATIVE CHRISTIAN. THIS HAPPENED ABOUT 15 MINUTES AGO AND HE HASN'T SAID ANYTHING TO ME YET. I'M STILL IN MY ROOM TRYING TO GET THE GOD DAMN FUCKING OLD SPICE OUT OF MY COCK. WHAT SHOULD I DO /b/? Copypasta chefs Original, hand-crafted copypasta; The perfect present for a wedding, christening , new baby, birthday, anniversary, retirement, mother s day, thank you, school reu nion - any occasion you can think of! Our copypastas are each individually handc rafted by a skilled and dedicated chef and guaranteed to be of the highest quali ty. These beautiful and decorative copypastas are hand-crafted from crushed and powd ered words bound up with only the finest pasta. Every copypasta is completely ha nd made, from the basic raw materials through to the finished product every proc ess is carried out by hand. The only exception is a cleaning and polishing proce ss in which the copypasta is put through special machines. Even these machines h ave been developed for particular use in the preparation of the copypasta, for, although the copypasta is quite durable, fine details such as noses, horses ear' s, swords, daggers and flag staffs could be snapped off if treated too roughly. The National Association of Copypasta Chefs (NACC) is dedicated to protecting ar tists and crafters - their work, creativity and intellectual properties and mark eting rights. I believe to keep the true work of the artist and copypasta chef a live we must act to promote and protect our art and craft. Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex Bullshit you say? It's moar likely than you think . . . Pixplskthnks ok, the society exists, now lets look for "Deer Island" OH FUUUUUUUUUU-Deer Island. Private getaway to the Skull & Bones Society. What do they do there?

They raise children for sex and sex alone. When members of Yale's most secret of secret societies go there as a "getaway," they do not bring their girlfriends. They instead bring small keys [with skull-a nd-crossbone designs on them, how original] made of various metals [typically go ld, sometimes platinum; mixed with stronger substances for strength, of course] taken from the teeth of dead enemies. Mostly fillings, though. What do these keys unlock? Locks to the various underground chambers scattered about the island. There are fifteen tombs of this type [one for each member of this year's chosen bonesmen]. The girls are allowed to grow no older than fourteen years old. They are abused, raped, and taught to like it from birth. They have no nationali ty, no recognizable country of origin. Typically they're the offspring of gullib le [but clean] whores that are brought to Deer Island by clever bonesmen. The wh ores are killed after the childbirth [and detained on the island during the nine months leading up to it]. At thirteen, the girls are allowed to bear children. Before this age, abortions are routine, one of the island's few year-round residents is an abortionist. He is well paid, and is one of the only non-bonesmen ever allowed to take place in the childsex. Once the thirteen/fourteen year old girls have given birth, they are taken into what are near-exact replicas of the gas chambers at Auschwitz camp I [only craft ed from ornate stonework; there are etchings on the walls of various Skull-and-B ones images, the number 322, etc.]. They're told that this will be the site of a celebration of their new child's birth. A futon in the middle of the room is wh ere the child is fucked for the final time, before being choked until unconsciou s, and gassed [once the bonesman has left the chamber safely, of course]. For having made mention of ANY of this, I could be killed. (second post begins here ) The girls are given trust tests at age eight, before fellatio can become part of their sexual repertoire. The bonesman will lay his potential cocksucker down on a cold concrete floor in the middle of a well-lit auditorium underground, and force her to lay spread-eag le. He then inserts a straight razor into her vagina, vertically, slowly, being careful so as to minimize any potential damage. One flinch from the girl, and th e blade is pulled up through the uterus, and the girl is then disposed of [the b onesmen often HOPE for a twitch from the girl, so they can mutilate her with the razor just for fun]. If the child remains calm, the razor is removed, and she i s "rewarded" with the privilege of getting to suck the cock of one of the most p owerful men in the world. Semen must be swallowed, if fellatio is performed. If the child can't get the bo nesman off, he will grab her head, and give a warning thrust, jamming his penis into the back of her throat. She is given a couples seconds to recover, and the quality of her blowjob must either improve, or she will get another thrust, hard er this time. If a third thrust is necessary, the bonesman does not let go of he r head at all, but rams it into his pelvis, until he ejaculates. The girl is oft en unable to breathe by the end of this, and so, the razor comes out, and the gi rl is finished off. This very rarely happens though, the girls are taught the pr oper respect by the time they reach the age of eight.

That's all I can share safely tonight; I'll try to post more soon. I need to mak e it look like I'm here doing research. -"322 minus one" Early Communists Earlycommunism.jpg The very first Communists were early Slavic tribes who owned so little they had to share everything. They were renowned warriors, whose battle tactics consisted of getting as drunk as mortally possible, then drink twice as much more and cha rge at the enemy wielding a hammer in one hand and a sickle in the other. Even i n these early times they were called the Red Army for their red faces (esp. nose s). A Communist Warrior was terrible to behold in battle, bashing, slicing, and breathing alcoholic fumes at his enemies. Mortally wounded, he would merely fall asleep at the field of battle, only to wake up the next morning with regenerate d limbs, healed wounds and a severe headache. Picture is of Carl Marx.

First gay experience Well my first gay experience happened like this: I was about 50 yards or so up this path when I noticed a man standing off the si de of the path apparently staring into the woods. As I got closer I realized his pants were down around his ankles and I could see his ass. Now, I'm straight bu t I have to say that it was a really nicely shaped ass for a man and I took noti ce. I figured maybe he was drunk and just peeing in the bushes, so I started to walk quieter so I wouldn't disturb him. But as I got closer I started hearing st range grunts and sucking sounds. I realized there was another man blowing him. Now, I'm not gay but I slowed my pace down to watch. I slowed and approached the standing man from behind. His friend didn't take any notice as his eyes were ti ghtly closed. I came right up behind the man standing so that I could have reach ed out and touched him. That's when I brought the cinder block down on his head, hard. He collapsed on top of his faggot friend and I quickly finished them both off. I rolled them into the bushes and finished my walk. That was only my first of many such gay encounters. Fried Pig Pussy Mmmmmm... Fried pig pussy! Once you eat one of these pig pussy pork rinds, you'l l never eat another.. human pussy again. But FUCK human pussy! I fuck dead pigs. You'll read all about it in heartburn how I fuck them dead pigs before I turn e m into pork rinds! I couldn't get no twat from serenity back then. She only wanted dildos in her pu ssy twat. Big phony bologna dicks. But now she wants this real cock. Come here s erenity lets show these assholes how we fuck. Lets show these assholes how we fu ck. My sweet sweet serenity. Fuck an umbilical cord out of your phony asshole, and I'll hang a pig with it, w hile I impregnate you with my 80 year old pork rind dick. You'll give birth to a dead pig and we'll cut him into pork rinds.

I'll eat pork rinds with god. In a land that speaks only with its eyes. No langu age, no dildos, no fucking laws! Where the whores can't sell their pussy. Or use their twats to gold dig. A land where us warriors run free with our big dicks o ut, and our fucking hair wild. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, ea t dead pigs. Salt their dead skin and put em in plastic bags. Fuck you, you fuck ing, farting robots. Suck my dead pig. Suck my dead pig! Furry Texan I've been a Furry for 10 years now and want to stop. The problem is that the gro up of furs that I hang out with don't like me now and if I took my fursuit off, they would probably beat me up and kill me. My last boyfriend (a cute b/w wolf) gave me herpes on my ass and now I have a hard time taking a shit. Sometimes I h ave to take an Ex-lax so my shit will come out easy. I've never had sex with a girl, because I don't know how to why I turned Furry. But now I'm just tired of guys ripping 't use lubrication. I've had to get stitches three times. I last night who said he only gives, he doesn't receive, so I and he made me swallow or he would kick my ass. - Tony, Age 20, Austin, Texas Gay In A Locker Room I'm a gay man and I have nothing but fond memories of my time spent in the girls ' locker room. As an effeminately homosexual adolescent, I felt very uncomfortab le and out of place in the loud, nasty, testosterone-fueled environment of the b oys' locker room, so our dyke gym teacher let me use the girls' locker room inst ead. All my friends were girls and they loved me, I was kind of their cuddly lit tle gay mascot. But there's always one bitch who'll kick up a fuss, and it's usu ally the ugliest one in the room. This hatchet-faced shrew called Arlene took is sue with my presence, she was all "Oh I don't feel comfortable with him looking at my naked body", and I was just like "Girl, I wouldn't look at your tired ass if it paid me to". She got over herself eventually. Sometimes I would sashay int o the boys' locker room and pretend I'd forgotten my schoolbag, then I'd run bac k to the girls' locker room and tell them about all the small sad willies I'd se en. I also had great fun towel-whipping those bitches until their fat asses were red raw! Lolz. GOD God is just some guy who bought Sim City and was bored. Some guy sitting at a gi ant computer is controlling you right now. When you have several decisions going through your head and you don't know which one to pick, God does. "Flirt? Tickl e? Entertain?" He decides. You have no say in The Sims. You're just some compute r graphic. That is God. NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN Today was a day that will forever be the climax of my life, at this point, nothi pick them up. That's my ass when they don went out with a fox had to suck his dick

ng could get any better. That little cunt is going to get it, him and his fuckin g family. They are all going to die. ALL OF THEM, ESPECIALLY THE FUCKING CHILDRE N. You see, it started one day, and I was at the fresh young age of 12, the first d ay I ever saw him. He looked friendly at first, but little did I know that that exact day I had met the devil himself, just in a childish form. He asked for my name, and I said my name, which is Caleb. And almost as soon as he heard my name , he yelled out (let me tell you that this was inside of a school) "Hey, everybo dy! It's Caleb the Cunt-Sucker!" Everyone laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Eve n the teachers were laughing. It was degrading, it was down right.....damning. I t continued thought the rest of my years in school, and I even went as far as al most committing suicide. After I got out of school, I got a job at a local garage. It wasn't the cleanest , or well-paying of jobs, but it got me threw. I had to stay at home, I hardly h ad any money, let alone have money to pay for a house. One day, I was driving ba ck home, and I saw him. And not only did he have a perfect house and a perfect c ar, he had a family. A picture-perfect family. I snapped that day, and when I go t home, I started planning his downfall. Now, today was the day, the day that I would for fill my dream of killing all of them. I will be back later to tell you the result. And I will finally tell the brutal death of those fucking maggots. I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest . "How?" you ask. Well apparently there are a select few contexts within which suc h an action is acceptable. For instance, if your niece has a hacking cough and y our sister asks you to "put some of this on her" while she calls the doctor. "Putting some of this on hear" meant using my bare hands to rub this vapor ointm ent shit all over her BARE NAKED CHEST. My heartbeat is still all erratic from i t. I had a boner the size of Manhattan the entire time. She's sleeping now and I guess she feels better because she stopped coughing. Details: She's about 5 feet tall, has long brown hair, a cute face, a thin waist and long skinny legs. She's in jammies I think because although I'm pretty shak en up right now I know I unbuttoned something before I went at it. God I feel so great. I just rubbed my hands all over her FUCKING TITS, you guys. Well the puffy parts of her chest anyway. Her nipples got hard. I just about we pt tears of joy. I didn't do anything else because I'm a coward and rubbing was enough. Plus it w as legal and I didn't technically do anything wrong, so I'm in the clear. I'd write more but I seriously have to go fap while the memory is fresh in my he ad. Jar Jar Binks I like to wear a elaborate Jar Jar Binks costume and mask as part of my every da y life. I went to the grocery store, and saw how depressed everyone was so I tho ught I would help. I started dancing in the aisles, and yelling at people, and r unning up to people and taking things out of their cart. It was great fun. Then when I went to check out, there was only one lane open and a long line. I scream

ed and screamed while in line and danced, bumping into other people. I opened a box of baking soda and threw it around. Finally I got to the checkout. I started making noises at the cashier, and I kept pressing buttons on the computer. Some people in line were groaning because the line was getting very long, but that g ave me even more incentive to make them laugh. I climbed onto the table and star ted kicking peoples groceries on the floor and singing. The manager and one of h is goons pulled me off and said I could never shop there again. Can I sue for ha rassment or possibly assault? Boner Exposed h boy /b/ I sure did it this time I am in so much shit here it's not even funny. Every once in a while I babysit m y niece and cousin for some extra money, said niece is 7 and the cousin is 5. I was sitting there and I found one of my uncles Penthouse magazines and started f lipping trough the pages, secretly so the kids wouldn't see it. I was sitting co mfortably when suddenly I flip open a page to THE HOTTEST GIRL I EVER SEEN. So I am sitting there checking her out when suddenly my niece spills apple juice all over my pants. I almost shout out god dammit but I managed to hold that shit in when my niece says as I am standing up: "You can put your trousers in the washing machine I know how it works!" So I unbutton my pants and take them off, forgetting that recently I lost a lot of weight (22 po unds) and thus my underwear falls down on the floor. Exposing the boner the Pent house pet just gave me. And just as my niece points at my my shlong saying: "Why is it all hard like that?" My uncle and aunt walk in the room because they forg ot their wallet. To make a long story short I was kicked out of the house, my uncle slapping me o n the head (hard) shouting I'm a pervert, which I am not, and my aunt shouting t hey'd call the police on me and I was never to come to their house again. What the fuck do I do now?! Meeting a Truck I remember it was the summer '06. Some friends and I had been on the road for a couple of weeks. Just travelling around, little bit of a road trip. Stopping off where we felt. Going to lots of pubs, clubs, parties, etc. Anyway one night we set out from our motel room to go to a nearby bar. We get there and it's fairly quiet. We had a few drinks but decided it was kinda boring and we were going to find some place else to drink for the night. Then just as we're leaving, she cau ght my eye. Across the room was the most beautiful truck I've ever seen. 87 mode l, was wearing a 200 gallon mixer tank, you know the kind. She had tyres that we nt on for days. A part of me was ready to leave already. But a part of me knew t hat if I didn't at least talk to her I'd regret it. I downed the last of my drin k to get a little Dutch courage, then I made my move. I walked up to her and sai d, "Hi." Girls like this usually don't give me the time of day. But something wa s different this time. I don't know what it it was, if she was in a different mo od cos she was on holidays, too, or if I was just in the zone that night or what . But much to my surprise she was totally into me. Every smile was met with a fl ash of her headlights, every joke was met with a honk of her horn. She was into me, it was time to close it. "Would you like to join me at my room?" I really ha d gone too far ths time. But instead I hear, "Sure, let's go." I couldn't believ e it. It was on. The sexiest truck I've ever seen and she wants to have sex with me! Unbelievable! We get back to my room, make out for a while then made passio nate love. The next day she headed off back home to work in a strip mine. She ga ve me her email address and we still keep in contact from time to time. But that was the best night of my life and I'll never forget her. See Also

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Copypasta/Archive 1 <Copypasta Contents 1 Archive 1 2 DICTATORSHIP 3 No Fun At All 3.1 Civil War, /b/ 3.2 I Just Fucked My Sister 3.3 The Girl Next Door 3.4 Alpha Male 3.5 Angry sun 3.6 Atarii E.T. 3.7 Azn Rape lol 3.8 /b/ is... 3.9 /b/ is not... 3.10 Beating up a girl 3.11 Bento Box 3.12 /b/ Rap 3.13 Cooking with Semen 3.14 MOTHERFUCKING SHIT 3.15 Copypasta chefs 3.16 Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex 3.17 Early Communists 3.18 First gay experience 3.19 Fried Pig Pussy 3.20 Furry Texan 3.21 Gay In A Locker Room 3.22 GOD 3.23 NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN 3.24 I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl 's bare chest 3.25 Jar Jar Binks 3.26 Boner Exposed 3.27 Meeting a Truck 4 See Also Archive 1 DICTATORSHIP Hello, A few months ago, the YSflight community was in a mess, wityh flaming trolling a nd general spamming being the nor on a destroyed YSPilots. Just as hope seemed l ost, this forum arived. YSFlight Head-Quarters. It was a beacon of hope in a sea of rage and hate. But all to soon it became apparent that little had actually c

hanged, trolls were still there and the troubles were not gone, merely sleeping. When I joined YSFHQ I believed that this was the way forward, with a large moder ation team and a forum set up to make the most of he good things in YSFlight. Bu t it was soon clear that this was far from the truth. In may I looked towards the world of virtual airlines, and I sw that there was o nly one airline in existence. I thought this was an appalling sate for this to b e in, so I decided to create Air Terranean, to show that you can create virtual airlines on Headquarters. We soon grew and recieved out certification in record time, clearly showing that it was possible to do this. Now back then, we and our friends in the other VA did not get on too well, but we resolved our arguments each time they happened. Then soemthing else came along that would threatena nd then destroy all that har d work. This was a threat I had not expected and was more damaging as a result. The founder and Administrator of YSFHQ, Iceman, intentionally ruining the reputa tion of these two airlines and asking them to go to war on each other! Almost ev eryone on both sides refused, saying that this was an argument between 4 people, not two entire airlines. Still he kept it up, knowing that he was damaging both airlines, and the Air Terranean, being new, would struggle to stay alive. At this point the corruption of YSFHQ became apparent, as Turbofan, the then Civ ilian Head of YSFHQ was leaving due to the fact that his life required more of h is time for work. So a new moderator had to be found. As you will see in my last paragraph, I sauid almost everyone disagreed with Iceman's call for a war. But there was one who awnted it, more than anything else. He wanted a war between th ese Airlines, despite what it would do. And because he agreed with Iceman and we nt against eveyone else and reason, so it was that Midnight Rambler was chosen t o head the civillian section. Ok, things were still going along fine, and MR was doing a decent job. But then we get to the point that truly reveals how this forum works. In august, I figured that I would soon not be able to run Air terranean, owing t o the fact I would start my A-Levels. As a result I handed it to the person who promised me that he was "100% commited" to Air Terranean and could do the job. I gave it to Fariiniq. However, as soon as I did this, and he acknowledged. He va nished, he was absent for considerable time and left us leaderless, thus damagin g ATVA as a whole, giving the idea that it was inactive. Then He comes back and decides that, being inactive a while, and not actually do ing what he said he would, he decided to declare this airline "dead", calling it s name "mud" and that the only hope for "a fresh start" would be to leave this r uin and join his own VA. I later discovered that he had been planning to create his own airline since before he accepted the position of CEO, and before he decl ared that the was "100% commited to Air Terranean". Now, he convinces everyone in Air terranean to join, and they all believe him th at it is dead, even though we are logging many flight hours. So he comes onto HQ , destroys Air Terranean's own website, and delcares that he has legitiamtely op ened his own airline. An HQ mod tells me to post on here my complaint, and Midni ght Rambler, the supposedly fair and impartial person who was chosen for the pos tition of head admin for the civillian section, decides to delete my post and gi ve me a warning for "flaming". Several times I am told that I was complaining th e "wrong way", so I ask him how should I complain then, if this is the case. To add insult to injury, All of HQ's mods and admins decide that despite everyth ing, and the fact I have complained, Fariiniq is the good guy, so anything I say is from now on "flaming". When I made a complaint I get warnings, one of which

was becasue of the "abuse" made a few notes on how he moderator, which I believe hole section for people tp

I have sent to Midnight Rambler over the PMs. BTW, I moderated, and accused him of not being an impartial is legitimate on this forum, considering there is a w truly flame against the staff!

When I make a complaint against the fact that despite all this Iceman has still refused to remove his lie on the blog, that we are at war, I get another warning for flaming. People, let me ask you, what kind of system decides what you can say and not say based on how well you bow down to the chief admin? Who, when somebody disagrees , places several warnings, (one of which was just for makiing a post which did " not contribute" to the topic as such), brings them within an inch of being banne d and lets the person who took away what they had worked for get away with it? I speak out and look, I am on probation, my life on YS has been destroyed and an ything I worked towards has beentrodden on and ground to dust. I got a two day b an on the Team speak for asking Fariiniq a question, which was nothing to do wit h any issues we have. Fariiniq also decides that he hates me to the extent, that I am not allowed to do anyhting on Teamspeak, and that abny request I make is " flaming" and a bannable offence. So people, This shows you that in the end, it does not matter how much you contr ibute to YS, how much enthusiasm you have, or what you have done for the communi ty. If you dare speak out against this dictatorship, you will be silenced. I sen d this message to all of you this way, for all of my posts are moderated before anybody else can see them. So this complaint for sure, would be blocked from the public view. People, you can try all you like, but If you are not an old friend then that is it. I know that I am not the only person who is infuriated with this system, far fro m it. There is a large part of the YSFlight population who are also angry at teh way that this corrupt regime operates, and would glady remove it if possible. By the time many of you have seen this, it is likely I will have been banned. If so then this will show how dictatorial the admins are, and how they dslike the truth, settling for only waht they want to hear. The truth after all, is far too... Inconvenient.

No Fun At All Earl Sandwich watched with an anxious expression as his family, which consisted of Mrs. Sandwich, Peanut the dog, and Grape the cat, who was listed last because the writer of this story doesn t like her very much. When Earl saw the family car drive off for some unstated reason for an exaggerat ed period of time, he nearly shat his tan slacks. WOO HOO! He shouted, and dove to his cell phone. He immediately reached the contacts list and selected a contact named PLAYMATE . It let out that frickin annoying dial tone for a few seconds before the contact ans wered. Hello? Tiger Arbelt answered his phone. Meanwhile, one of the fat, ugly, fans of M

alak s fan-fictions gasped at the sudden plot twist. Then she farted and read on, reaching for a bowl of cheese puffs. Ti-ti? OH! Earl responded. It s Earl.

Tiger exclaimed in the girliest way imaginable. Wassup, mai boo?

Come on over and I ll show you Tiger giggled in a rather irritation fashion. It was like the sound of a sheet o f metal rubbing against a giant cheese grater. Okay, anything you say, pookie bea r. Meanwhile, Gman was walking down the road when a car struck him, killing Gman in stantly. Did we justGrape began to ask.

NO! Mrs. Sandwich shouted, and her head grew twice as large as she floored the gas pedal and drove off to their unstated location. Tiger was back at the Sandwich residence and was already French-kissing Earl in his hairy, bearded mouth. It was not stated WHERE they were exactly in the house , but they were in there somewhere Oh. Tiger exclaimed. You taste delicious.

Earl laughed and showed his vampire fangs, because he was a vampire. Not a REAL vampire, but one of those stupid ones from Twilight . Thank you. fans. He said as he horribly sparkled in the sunlight, blinding some of Malak s Tiger shouted as he did a bac Umineko No Naku Koro Ni w

Excuse me as I slip into something more comfortable. k-flip and landed into a nearby bathroom.

When he came out, he was wearing the dress Beatrice from ore, complete with the flower hairpiece and everything.

Tits. Earl said seductively as he lifted Tiger up and carried him to the bedroom. Oh Earl. Tiger said in a whiny, obnoxious voice.

Meanwhile, Bill woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he dec ided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. E ven though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents . There was one slimy box that looked like a gun. Then Bill noticed that Zoey was out of bed too. She must not have been able to w ait for her presents either. Bill thought that he would surprise Zoey. Maybe even sneak up behind her and jum p her on her bloody penis. That always made Zoey hot. Bill crept angrily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its old lights, and the presents, heaped up huskily, and the mistletoe han ging from the ceiling, and Zoey. Kissing someone.

Bill was so angry, he picked up a ammo from a table and threw it sexily on the t ank. They both looked around. "Zoey, you sweaty zombie!" Bill yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with.. ." Bill looked and then rubbed his leg and looked again. It was Santa Claus. "Let me explain," Zoey said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a we t kiss it was." "Well, I suppose," Bill said firmly. "If he was under the mistletoe." "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be muscly." That seemed reasonable. Bill went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa. Santa was the best kisser ever, like a hot molotov fire burning in the moonlight . He made Bill's eye feel all hard. "You see?" Zoey said gently and Bill saw. So they had a threeway. Everybody's presents were late. As Earl threw Tiger on the bed and exposed his disco stick. Tiger positioned him self and wrapped his arms, I repeat, ARMS, around the phallus and began sucking. Oh GOD Earl shouted. r Tiger s face. Enough talk. moaned. OH GOD!! OneOneOneOne Earl shrilled as he splattered cum all ove

Tiger said, positioning his tailhole in front of Earl s dick. Take me. He

Stu made chocolate pudding for his niece so much, it soon possessed his mind, an d all what he could think about was chocolate pudding. His wife tried to snap him out of it, but she was not successful. When Stu offered the pudding to his niece, she said she was hungry. So for some reason Stu went back downstairs to make more chocolate pudding, and when he brou ght it back upstairs, he finally snapped, and screamed at the top of his lungs. He then began imaging strange songs in his head. Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka? Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka? The sex between the vampire Earl Sandwich and the canine Tiger Arbelt was a trul y disturbing sight. It was horrible, capable of driving anyone who saw such an a bomination mad. The women ran in terror, men did their best to try and stop it, but to no avail. Eventually, the desperate townsfolk called upon a specialist to deal with this situation.

They received two. Ichigo Kurosaki and Ronove approached the two and tried to stop them, but Ichigo was immediately disintegrated but the sheer force of the sex, and Ronove had no choice but to leave. Eventually, the two lovers stopped fucking, and piece was restored to the land. Th e rest of the sandwich clan returned to the house, completely oblivious to what had happened despite what the other townsfolk told them. Let s go play outside Peanut. Grape said. But in reality, they went into Peanut s room and fucked. Meanwhile, a small band of angry fans stormed into OP s private chambers and began to beat him with red hot iron rods. Civil War, /b/ There's some shit going on /b/ right now. It's like a Civil War going on /b/. An d there is two sides, oldfags and newfags, and newfags have go to go. Anytime ol dfags want to have a good time ignorant ass newfags fucking it up. Can't do shit ! Can't do SHIT, without some ignorant ass fucking it up! Can't do nothing! Can' t make some original content thread open more than 100 posts. Grand opening...gr and closing. Can't see cool posts on the front page... WHY? Because newfags are talking about THE BEST. Discuss. I Just Fucked My Sister Well wouldn't you hit it? Over and over again? Response: I would........with my truck Truck is too small This is NOT copypasta. I repeat NOT copypasta. I know coming to /b/ for advice is a top notch bad idea, but I honestly have no where else to turn because this situation directly involves my family, and frien ds. Let me start from the beginning, I am 18 and my sister is 21. I just finished hi gh school and my sister is home from college. I guess this year her grades start ed slipping or something, because I walked past her room and she was crying. I w alked inside her room to ask her what's up and she hands me a letter - apparentl y she's up for review by her college for dismissal. I feel kinda sorry for her s o I gave her a hug and one thing led to another and we started making out. This is really weird because I've made out with girls before, but my sister blows the m all out of the water. In the back of my mind lies the fact that she's my siste r and what we are doing is sick and wrong, but I guess my sister has more experi ence and it felt so fucking good. Here's the dilemma - after making out, Karen started taking her clothes off and she started pulling my pants down. I'm like, hey, what are you doing? She's like , oh come on Jordan, aren't you even a LITTLE curious? I felt bad because its tr ue, my sister is a hottie and I always wished that she wasn't my sister. I've ev en gone as far as to fap to thoughts of doing her. She then said "For tonight, l et's not be brother and sister. I really need this because I feel like shit righ

t now and our parents won't be back till late and we aren't going to tell anyone . I pretty much just fucked my sister. No, to be more honest, I just lost my virgi nity to my sister. My question, /b/, is WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW?? What do peop le usually do after they fuck their sisters? Pic very related; that's Karen. The Girl Next Door When I was 12 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Cleveland and anyway, the girl next door and I were really go od friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Tran sformers with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playin g truth or dare, which turned into 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine". So a nyway there I Was, 12 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and t he chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. So What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there . To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air. Alpha Male I'm an Alpha male /b/. And girls want to fuck alpha males. Let it piss you off as much as you want, but you know it's completely true. That girl you like who is kinda cute in a weird way, but is totally sweet and you have the biggest crush on? The one who keeps g oing back to guys who treat her wrong for reasons you don't understand? The one who calls you up at 1 am to cry about how her boyfriend hasn't called her in 3 d ays, and no matter how long you listen to her, she'll never think of you as anyt hing other than asexual? The one who will curl up next to you on the couch, hug you close, kiss you on the cheek, and never let you fucking touch her beyond tha t? Yeah, I'm fucking her. The hot girl who won't even look at you when you nod at them and smile? The one who laughs when you trip in the hallway and drop your stuff? The one who comes u p and coyly asks for your help with her homework, and then pretends you don't ex ist once you finish? Yeah, I'm fucking her too, even harder. The geeky girl you think might be enough like you that you have a chance with he r? She plays warcraft on your server, and watches anime, and reads comics? She's so incredible and you just love her so much but you still haven't worked up the courage to tell her how you feel about her? Guess who just sucked me off and told me they'll always love me? Angry sun Anyone else see asianface in this? When I was about nine, I had recently gotten a Nintendo Entertainment System fro

m a garage sale down the road, the first gaming system I ever had. One game that I bought was Super Mario Brothers 3, the final chapter of the widely-acclaimed SMB trilogy, which like in the original Super Mario Brothers consisted of Mario/ Luigi chasing after Princess Toadstool (whose name has since been bastardized to 'Peach'). Back on topic though; I popped in the game in my new NES and pressed Start. I started at World 1, of course, and began playing. During this, I got us ed to the controls, map, and all that jazz. After all, it IS supposed to be kind a like a tutorial level. So I had advanced to World 2, "Desert Land" and I was m oving along rather smoothly. In the back of my mind, I knew that at some point t he levels would start to get more difficult. I soon noticed a tile, one unlike t he other tiles (Toad houses, numbered tiles, etc). It appeared to be some crosshybrid of flowing diarrhea and sand, which caught my attention. I navigated my w ay to the tile, and hit the A button and was warped to what appeared to be a nor mal level; there even was a happy sunshine in the top left corner! As I side-scr olled my way through the level, the fucking sun decided to go apeshit and sodomi ze me repeatedly until I finally broke down in tears, throwing my controller at the ground screaming for my mom. That fucking bastard. And no, this is not copy pasta. Atarii E.T. Most gamers know the story of the hundreds of thousands of E.T. cartridges Atari crushed, encased in concrete, then buried in Alamogordo, New Mexico. What most gamers don t know is who Atari buried along with them... Azn Rape lol oh my god /b/ I just witnessed something horrible. Today I was in NYC, I take summer classes at an art school in New York, and I sa w a man following an old asian woman and her little Asian grand daughter I think it was. He followed them for 4 blocks before making his move, I only saw all of this because they were all in front of me walking down E22nd street at the time I was walking down it. Anyways, the man kept getting closer and closer to them until finally he hit the woman with a crowbar and grabbed the girl. I immediatel y ran up to him as fast as I could and whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can sa y that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house around 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "yo holmes, sm ell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air. /b/ is... /b/ is the guy who tells the cripple ahead of him in line to hurry up. /b/ is first to get to the window to see the car accident outside. /b/ is the one who wrote your number on the mall's bathroom wall. /b/ is a failing student who makes passes at his young, attractive English teach er. /b/ is the guy loitering on Park Ave. that is always trying to sell you somethin g. /b/ is the one who handed his jizz-drenched clothes to Good Will. /b/ is one who first introduced you to Goatse. /b/ is a hot incest dream that you'll try to forget for days. /b/ is the only one of your group of friends to be secure in his sexuality and s ay anything. /b/ is the guy without ED who still likes trying Viagra.

/b/ is the best friend that tags along for your first date and cock-blocks throu ghout night. The decent girl you're trying to bag walks out on the date, /b/ lau ghs and takes you home when you're drunk, and you wake up to several hookers in your house who /b/ called for you. /b/ is a friend that constantly asks you to try mutual masturbation with him. /b/ is the guy who calls a suicide hotline to hit on the adviser. /b/ is nuking the hard-drive next time someone knocks on his door. /b/ is the one who left a used condom outside the schoolyard. /b/ is the voice in your head that tells you that it doesn't matter if she's dru nk. /b/ is the friend who constantly talks about your mom's rack. /b/ is the only one who understands what the hell you saying. /b/ is someone who would pay a hooker to eat his ass, and only that. /b/ is the uncle who has touched you several times. /b/ is still recovering in the hospital, after trying something he saw in a hent ai. /b/ is the pleasure you feel guilty of when you tried playing with your anus dur ing masturbation. /b/ is wonderful. /b/ is not... I realize that most of you have ether forgotten what /b/ is or are simply newfag s who don't know. /b/ is not where we make posts talking about our personal lives and our problems ...we're not your fucking livejournal /b/ is not some place where we giggle at memes....we're not fucking YTMND /b/ is not some place where we make confessions we're not fucking grouphug /b/ is not some place where we find pictures on other websites and post them her e ...we're not fucking ebaumsworld /b/ is not some site where we go to jerk off to hentai pics....we're not fucking aerisdies /b/ is not some place that you go to, to get someone to hack your girlfriend's e -mail account because shes cheating on you for the 15th time...we're not your fu cking personal army /b/ is not some place you go to ask for help with a personal problem, we're not your fucking psychologist /b/ isn't some place you go to trash talk other people you'll never meet simply because its an anonymous board with "no rules" and you can get away with it with out any repercussion...we're not a fucking group of internet tough guys /b/ is not NICE so /b/....what IS /b/...i want to see how long it takes for someone to get it. Beating up a girl SEE ALSO: Azn rape When I was 13, I tied up this girl that was 12 with a jumprope, then beat the fu ck out of her. By the time I was done, her lip was split, her wrists were bleeding from the rop e cuttin into them, one of her eyes was swollen shut, she was missing two teeth, her small tits will entirely black and blue, her pussy was bleeding, and I m fair ly sure that several bones in her feet were broken. When I let her down, she crumpled on the floor and went into a fetal position an d just hugged her legs to her chest and sobbed quietly. I suddenly got very aroused seeing that, so I pulled out my dick (I has actually

hit puberty 12, and was hairy, balls dropped and everything functioning) and st arted jerking off quietly. Eventually, I started to breathe harder, and she noti ced what I was doing, and she just looked at me with this look of absolute horro r on her face. It was at that moment that I climaxed and sprayed probably my biggest load of cu m ever all over her face and chest. Then, I picked up her torn shirt from the ground, wiped off my dick, and tossed it to her. I told her to clean herself up and that if she ever told anyone, I would go to h er house and kill her while she slept, and that if anyone asked who hurt her, sh e should say a bunch of high school kids did it. When I think back on it, I think she was the first girl I ever loved. ...god I m fucked up. Bento Box I'm looking for a bento box, it cant be pinku (that's Japanese for pink) or any girl color. It has to be of 2 or more kotoba (that's Japanese for 2 compartments ) and has be be chibi (small) sized. And has to be really kawaii (cute). Also It has to be about 10-20 bux. And you have to post pics of it first (i want to mak e shure it's kawaii [cute]). And it would be nice if it came with matching chops tick holder (WITH chopsticks). OH! and it CANNOT have any cartoon pictures, or b e made out of plastic. It has to be made of ceramic, or something like that. Als o it would be nice if it was made in japan. and not in china or corea (Korea) or whatever. I have found a bento box similar to the one im describing in e-bay, b ut it was 1 kotoba, and i don't want my gohan (rice) to touch my other things (i t can get wet and i would not like that, plus 2 compartments looks more kawaii) /b/ Rap we got computer's 'putin' rss feeds are beatin we're on your aggregators we're r ollin' past the hataz you tryna bait the master? you just a masterbater. go'head ask your neighbors, we has a flavor chicken dinner to feed a culture that's get tin' thinner no longer a soloist now we rollin' with the winners do not slumbah, check alexa we got numbahs put on your boxers it's gonna be a hot summer Cooking with Semen COEUR D'ALENE, Idaho Mar 9, 2005 A teenager has agreed to admit to three counts of disturbing the peace after anonymously sending semen-frosted brownies to a fe llow student.

ABC News Has anybody ever tried cooking with their own semen? About a month ago I got adventurous and decided to fap into the frying pan, usin g my semen in place of little extra butter I usually put in the pan when I'm gri lling grill'd cheese. I didn't notice much difference in flavor when I tried it, although it definitel

y didn't taste any worse. Last night, however, while in the process leading up to grilling two sandwiches for lunch for myself and my sick mother, I noticed my neighbor's 13 year old dau ghter changing in the yard next door (our window sort of faces out into the neig hbor's yard, the suburban layout of our community is somewhat strange), presumab ly after getting out of the pool. I got the urge to fap and decided to incorpora te it into my cooking again in secret. My mother did seem to notice a difference in flavor for the better - I nonchalan tly told her I used a different butter, which in it's essence wasn't entirely a lie, I just didn't specify it was my nut butter. I'm not about to outright lie t o my mother. I consider myself a respectable man of principles, you know. MOTHERFUCKING SHIT MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. I WAS JUST MASTURBATING AND EVERYTHING WAS GOING GREAT. I WA S IN MY ROOM, I HAD MY HEADPHONES ON, I WAS TOTALLY NAKED SITTING AT MY COMPUTER FAPPING AWAY TO A VIDEO ON REDTUBE. ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE'S THIS REALLY SHARP P AIN IN MY DICK, LIKE IT JUST GOT STABBED WITH A SEWING NEEDLE. I JERKED MY HAND BACK AND IT BUMPED INTO MY COMPUTER TOWER, WHICH SITS ON THE DESK. WELL, I HAD M Y STICK OF DEODORANT ON TOP OF THE TOWER, AND THAT BITCH FELL OFF AND LANDED DEO DORANT-END-DOWN ON THE HEAD OF MY COCK. HOLY FUCKING SHIT DID THAT HURT, AND ON TOP OF THAT IT HIT SO HARD THAT IT ACTUALLY FORCED SOME DEODORANT INTO MY URETHR A. I'VE NEVER HAD ANYTHING BURN SO BAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUC KING CHAIR AND STOOD UP BECAUSE IT HURT SO BAD; THIS CAUSED MY HEADPHONE CABLE T O GET YANKED OUT OF MY SPEAKERS, WHICH CAUSED "OH YEAH BABY COME DEEP IN MY TIGH T TEEN ASSHOLE UH UH UH" TO GET BLARED THROUGH MY FUCKING HOUSE AND ALMOST MAXIM UM VOLUME. NOW MY EYES ARE WATERING FROM THE PAIN OF THE DEODORANT INSIDE MY COC K BUT I MANAGE TO PUNCH ONE OF MY SPEAKERS HARD ENOUGH SO THEY TURN OFF. I LOOKE D DOWN AND NOTICED BLOOD DRIPPING OFF OF MY COCK; I GUESS THE LIP OF THE PLASTIC DEODORANT THING BIT INTO MY FORESKIN AS IT CONNECTED WITH MY COCK. THE BLOOD WA S DRIPPING DOWN MY LEG. THIS ALL HAPPENED IN THE SPACE OF MAYBE 6 SECONDS. IT MAY SEEM BAD BUT IT GETS W ORSE. JUST AS I'M STANDING THERE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED, MY BEDROOM DOOR FUCKING OPENS. MY DAD WAS STANDING THERE WITH MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER TO JOHNS HOPKINS. I FROZE AND HE STARED AT ME, NAKED WITH MY BLOODY ERECTION FO R MAYBE 15 SECONDS BEFORE HE NOTICED MY COMPUTER MONITOR AND THE BRUTAL ANAL SEX SCENE GOING ON FULL-SCREEN. HE IMMEDIATELY CLOSED THE DOOR AND LEFT WITHOUT SAY ING ANYTHING. THIS MAY SEEM EMBARRASSING BUT MY DAD IS A SERIOUSLY CONSERVATIVE CHRISTIAN. THIS HAPPENED ABOUT 15 MINUTES AGO AND HE HASN'T SAID ANYTHING TO ME YET. I'M STILL IN MY ROOM TRYING TO GET THE GOD DAMN FUCKING OLD SPICE OUT OF MY COCK. WHAT SHOULD I DO /b/? Copypasta chefs Original, hand-crafted copypasta; The perfect present for a wedding, christening , new baby, birthday, anniversary, retirement, mother s day, thank you, school reu nion - any occasion you can think of! Our copypastas are each individually handc rafted by a skilled and dedicated chef and guaranteed to be of the highest quali ty. These beautiful and decorative copypastas are hand-crafted from crushed and powd ered words bound up with only the finest pasta. Every copypasta is completely ha nd made, from the basic raw materials through to the finished product every proc ess is carried out by hand. The only exception is a cleaning and polishing proce ss in which the copypasta is put through special machines. Even these machines h

ave been developed for particular use in the preparation of the copypasta, for, although the copypasta is quite durable, fine details such as noses, horses ear' s, swords, daggers and flag staffs could be snapped off if treated too roughly. The National Association of Copypasta Chefs (NACC) is dedicated to protecting ar tists and crafters - their work, creativity and intellectual properties and mark eting rights. I believe to keep the true work of the artist and copypasta chef a live we must act to promote and protect our art and craft. Deer Island / Skull and Bones childsex Bullshit you say? It's moar likely than you think . . . Pixplskthnks ok, the society exists, now lets look for "Deer Island" OH FUUUUUUUUUU-Deer Island. Private getaway to the Skull & Bones Society. What do they do there? They raise children for sex and sex alone. When members of Yale's most secret of secret societies go there as a "getaway," they do not bring their girlfriends. They instead bring small keys [with skull-a nd-crossbone designs on them, how original] made of various metals [typically go ld, sometimes platinum; mixed with stronger substances for strength, of course] taken from the teeth of dead enemies. Mostly fillings, though. What do these keys unlock? Locks to the various underground chambers scattered about the island. There are fifteen tombs of this type [one for each member of this year's chosen bonesmen]. The girls are allowed to grow no older than fourteen years old. They are abused, raped, and taught to like it from birth. They have no nationali ty, no recognizable country of origin. Typically they're the offspring of gullib le [but clean] whores that are brought to Deer Island by clever bonesmen. The wh ores are killed after the childbirth [and detained on the island during the nine months leading up to it]. At thirteen, the girls are allowed to bear children. Before this age, abortions are routine, one of the island's few year-round residents is an abortionist. He is well paid, and is one of the only non-bonesmen ever allowed to take place in the childsex. Once the thirteen/fourteen year old girls have given birth, they are taken into what are near-exact replicas of the gas chambers at Auschwitz camp I [only craft ed from ornate stonework; there are etchings on the walls of various Skull-and-B ones images, the number 322, etc.]. They're told that this will be the site of a celebration of their new child's birth. A futon in the middle of the room is wh ere the child is fucked for the final time, before being choked until unconsciou s, and gassed [once the bonesman has left the chamber safely, of course]. For having made mention of ANY of this, I could be killed. (second post begins here )

The girls are given trust tests at age eight, before fellatio can become part of their sexual repertoire. The bonesman will lay his potential cocksucker down on a cold concrete floor in the middle of a well-lit auditorium underground, and force her to lay spread-eag le. He then inserts a straight razor into her vagina, vertically, slowly, being careful so as to minimize any potential damage. One flinch from the girl, and th e blade is pulled up through the uterus, and the girl is then disposed of [the b onesmen often HOPE for a twitch from the girl, so they can mutilate her with the razor just for fun]. If the child remains calm, the razor is removed, and she i s "rewarded" with the privilege of getting to suck the cock of one of the most p owerful men in the world. Semen must be swallowed, if fellatio is performed. If the child can't get the bo nesman off, he will grab her head, and give a warning thrust, jamming his penis into the back of her throat. She is given a couples seconds to recover, and the quality of her blowjob must either improve, or she will get another thrust, hard er this time. If a third thrust is necessary, the bonesman does not let go of he r head at all, but rams it into his pelvis, until he ejaculates. The girl is oft en unable to breathe by the end of this, and so, the razor comes out, and the gi rl is finished off. This very rarely happens though, the girls are taught the pr oper respect by the time they reach the age of eight. That's all I can share safely tonight; I'll try to post more soon. I need to mak e it look like I'm here doing research. -"322 minus one" Early Communists Earlycommunism.jpg The very first Communists were early Slavic tribes who owned so little they had to share everything. They were renowned warriors, whose battle tactics consisted of getting as drunk as mortally possible, then drink twice as much more and cha rge at the enemy wielding a hammer in one hand and a sickle in the other. Even i n these early times they were called the Red Army for their red faces (esp. nose s). A Communist Warrior was terrible to behold in battle, bashing, slicing, and breathing alcoholic fumes at his enemies. Mortally wounded, he would merely fall asleep at the field of battle, only to wake up the next morning with regenerate d limbs, healed wounds and a severe headache. Picture is of Carl Marx.

First gay experience Well my first gay experience happened like this: I was about 50 yards or so up this path when I noticed a man standing off the si de of the path apparently staring into the woods. As I got closer I realized his pants were down around his ankles and I could see his ass. Now, I'm straight bu t I have to say that it was a really nicely shaped ass for a man and I took noti ce. I figured maybe he was drunk and just peeing in the bushes, so I started to walk quieter so I wouldn't disturb him. But as I got closer I started hearing st range grunts and sucking sounds. I realized there was another man blowing him. Now, I'm not gay but I slowed my pace down to watch. I slowed and approached the

standing man from behind. His friend didn't take any notice as his eyes were ti ghtly closed. I came right up behind the man standing so that I could have reach ed out and touched him. That's when I brought the cinder block down on his head, hard. He collapsed on top of his faggot friend and I quickly finished them both off. I rolled them into the bushes and finished my walk. That was only my first of many such gay encounters. Fried Pig Pussy Mmmmmm... Fried pig pussy! Once you eat one of these pig pussy pork rinds, you'l l never eat another.. human pussy again. But FUCK human pussy! I fuck dead pigs. You'll read all about it in heartburn how I fuck them dead pigs before I turn e m into pork rinds! I couldn't get no twat from serenity back then. She only wanted dildos in her pu ssy twat. Big phony bologna dicks. But now she wants this real cock. Come here s erenity lets show these assholes how we fuck. Lets show these assholes how we fu ck. My sweet sweet serenity. Fuck an umbilical cord out of your phony asshole, and I'll hang a pig with it, w hile I impregnate you with my 80 year old pork rind dick. You'll give birth to a dead pig and we'll cut him into pork rinds. I'll eat pork rinds with god. In a land that speaks only with its eyes. No langu age, no dildos, no fucking laws! Where the whores can't sell their pussy. Or use their twats to gold dig. A land where us warriors run free with our big dicks o ut, and our fucking hair wild. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, eat dead pigs. Eat pork rinds, ea t dead pigs. Salt their dead skin and put em in plastic bags. Fuck you, you fuck ing, farting robots. Suck my dead pig. Suck my dead pig! Furry Texan I've been a Furry for 10 years now and want to stop. The problem is that the gro up of furs that I hang out with don't like me now and if I took my fursuit off, they would probably beat me up and kill me. My last boyfriend (a cute b/w wolf) gave me herpes on my ass and now I have a hard time taking a shit. Sometimes I h ave to take an Ex-lax so my shit will come out easy. I've never had sex with a girl, because I don't know how to why I turned Furry. But now I'm just tired of guys ripping 't use lubrication. I've had to get stitches three times. I last night who said he only gives, he doesn't receive, so I and he made me swallow or he would kick my ass. - Tony, Age 20, Austin, Texas Gay In A Locker Room I'm a gay man and I have nothing but fond memories of my time spent in the girls ' locker room. As an effeminately homosexual adolescent, I felt very uncomfortab le and out of place in the loud, nasty, testosterone-fueled environment of the b oys' locker room, so our dyke gym teacher let me use the girls' locker room inst ead. All my friends were girls and they loved me, I was kind of their cuddly lit tle gay mascot. But there's always one bitch who'll kick up a fuss, and it's usu ally the ugliest one in the room. This hatchet-faced shrew called Arlene took is pick them up. That's my ass when they don went out with a fox had to suck his dick

sue with my presence, she was all "Oh I don't feel comfortable with him looking at my naked body", and I was just like "Girl, I wouldn't look at your tired ass if it paid me to". She got over herself eventually. Sometimes I would sashay int o the boys' locker room and pretend I'd forgotten my schoolbag, then I'd run bac k to the girls' locker room and tell them about all the small sad willies I'd se en. I also had great fun towel-whipping those bitches until their fat asses were red raw! Lolz. GOD God is just some guy who bought Sim City and was bored. Some guy sitting at a gi ant computer is controlling you right now. When you have several decisions going through your head and you don't know which one to pick, God does. "Flirt? Tickl e? Entertain?" He decides. You have no say in The Sims. You're just some compute r graphic. That is God. NOT EVEN THE FUCKING CHILDREN Today was a day that will forever be the climax of my life, at this point, nothi ng could get any better. That little cunt is going to get it, him and his fuckin g family. They are all going to die. ALL OF THEM, ESPECIALLY THE FUCKING CHILDRE N. You see, it started one day, and I was at the fresh young age of 12, the first d ay I ever saw him. He looked friendly at first, but little did I know that that exact day I had met the devil himself, just in a childish form. He asked for my name, and I said my name, which is Caleb. And almost as soon as he heard my name , he yelled out (let me tell you that this was inside of a school) "Hey, everybo dy! It's Caleb the Cunt-Sucker!" Everyone laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Eve n the teachers were laughing. It was degrading, it was down right.....damning. I t continued thought the rest of my years in school, and I even went as far as al most committing suicide. After I got out of school, I got a job at a local garage. It wasn't the cleanest , or well-paying of jobs, but it got me threw. I had to stay at home, I hardly h ad any money, let alone have money to pay for a house. One day, I was driving ba ck home, and I saw him. And not only did he have a perfect house and a perfect c ar, he had a family. A picture-perfect family. I snapped that day, and when I go t home, I started planning his downfall. Now, today was the day, the day that I would for fill my dream of killing all of them. I will be back later to tell you the result. And I will finally tell the brutal death of those fucking maggots. I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest I just spent the last twenty minutes rubbing a twelve year old girl's bare chest . "How?" you ask. Well apparently there are a select few contexts within which suc h an action is acceptable. For instance, if your niece has a hacking cough and y our sister asks you to "put some of this on her" while she calls the doctor. "Putting some of this on hear" meant using my bare hands to rub this vapor ointm ent shit all over her BARE NAKED CHEST. My heartbeat is still all erratic from i t. I had a boner the size of Manhattan the entire time. She's sleeping now and I guess she feels better because she stopped coughing.

Details: She's about 5 feet tall, has long brown hair, a cute face, a thin waist and long skinny legs. She's in jammies I think because although I'm pretty shak en up right now I know I unbuttoned something before I went at it. God I feel so great. I just rubbed my hands all over her FUCKING TITS, you guys. Well the puffy parts of her chest anyway. Her nipples got hard. I just about we pt tears of joy. I didn't do anything else because I'm a coward and rubbing was enough. Plus it w as legal and I didn't technically do anything wrong, so I'm in the clear. I'd write more but I seriously have to go fap while the memory is fresh in my he ad. Jar Jar Binks I like to wear a elaborate Jar Jar Binks costume and mask as part of my every da y life. I went to the grocery store, and saw how depressed everyone was so I tho ught I would help. I started dancing in the aisles, and yelling at people, and r unning up to people and taking things out of their cart. It was great fun. Then when I went to check out, there was only one lane open and a long line. I scream ed and screamed while in line and danced, bumping into other people. I opened a box of baking soda and threw it around. Finally I got to the checkout. I started making noises at the cashier, and I kept pressing buttons on the computer. Some people in line were groaning because the line was getting very long, but that g ave me even more incentive to make them laugh. I climbed onto the table and star ted kicking peoples groceries on the floor and singing. The manager and one of h is goons pulled me off and said I could never shop there again. Can I sue for ha rassment or possibly assault? Boner Exposed h boy /b/ I sure did it this time I am in so much shit here it's not even funny. Every once in a while I babysit m y niece and cousin for some extra money, said niece is 7 and the cousin is 5. I was sitting there and I found one of my uncles Penthouse magazines and started f lipping trough the pages, secretly so the kids wouldn't see it. I was sitting co mfortably when suddenly I flip open a page to THE HOTTEST GIRL I EVER SEEN. So I am sitting there checking her out when suddenly my niece spills apple juice all over my pants. I almost shout out god dammit but I managed to hold that shit in when my niece says as I am standing up: "You can put your trousers in the washing machine I know how it works!" So I unbutton my pants and take them off, forgetting that recently I lost a lot of weight (22 po unds) and thus my underwear falls down on the floor. Exposing the boner the Pent house pet just gave me. And just as my niece points at my my shlong saying: "Why is it all hard like that?" My uncle and aunt walk in the room because they forg ot their wallet. To make a long story short I was kicked out of the house, my uncle slapping me o n the head (hard) shouting I'm a pervert, which I am not, and my aunt shouting t hey'd call the police on me and I was never to come to their house again. What the fuck do I do now?! Meeting a Truck I remember it was the summer '06. Some friends and I had been on the road for a couple of weeks. Just travelling around, little bit of a road trip. Stopping off

where we felt. Going to lots of pubs, clubs, parties, etc. Anyway one night we set out from our motel room to go to a nearby bar. We get there and it's fairly quiet. We had a few drinks but decided it was kinda boring and we were going to find some place else to drink for the night. Then just as we're leaving, she cau ght my eye. Across the room was the most beautiful truck I've ever seen. 87 mode l, was wearing a 200 gallon mixer tank, you know the kind. She had tyres that we nt on for days. A part of me was ready to leave already. But a part of me knew t hat if I didn't at least talk to her I'd regret it. I downed the last of my drin k to get a little Dutch courage, then I made my move. I walked up to her and sai d, "Hi." Girls like this usually don't give me the time of day. But something wa s different this time. I don't know what it it was, if she was in a different mo od cos she was on holidays, too, or if I was just in the zone that night or what . But much to my surprise she was totally into me. Every smile was met with a fl ash of her headlights, every joke was met with a honk of her horn. She was into me, it was time to close it. "Would you like to join me at my room?" I really ha d gone too far ths time. But instead I hear, "Sure, let's go." I couldn't believ e it. It was on. The sexiest truck I've ever seen and she wants to have sex with me! Unbelievable! We get back to my room, make out for a while then made passio nate love. The next day she headed off back home to work in a strip mine. She ga ve me her email address and we still keep in contact from time to time. But that was the best night of my life and I'll never forget her. See Also Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive Archive 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

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