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Mike is not going to delete this thread. :thumbsup:

 

How much you wanna bet?

 

Now only if BB would come in here and tell his tale so I win :D

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How much you wanna bet?

 

Now only if BB would come in here and tell his tale so I win :D

 

Mike has never deleted one of my threads.

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Mike has never deleted one of my threads.

 

*cough* bullsh!t *cough*

 

I remember one very clearly from a few months ago. Had something to do with a NewbieJr alias? :first:

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A long time ago, a few friends and I went to the French Quarter to get fawked up and find some wimmens. The night started off really good. A hamburger at Port-O-Call. A few hurricanes at Pat Obriens. Then we met a few biker chicks at Johnny Whites and that's where the real fun began . Friend Ahole: These chicks are really hot. Me: They're biker chicks. They look like they've been rode harder than your mom. Friend Ahole: I'm fawking a biker chick tonight and you can walk. Me: Fine. I'll play. So this one chick walks up to my friend and he buys her a few shots and eventually she is all over him. They are making out and she's grabbing his junk and he is very happy. Ahole: Hot huh? Me: She's got a great arse.:rolleyes: A little while later these two women walk in. One very fat one ane very tall one wearing a really short skirt and high heels. She walks up to me and asks for a light. I buy her a few rounds and at some point, she sits on my lap and put her arms around me and started playing with my hair. I look over at my friend and he and his whhore are laughing their ass off. Short skirt gets up and goes to the bathroom Me: What? Them: Still laughing, "Dude, are you wasted/" Me: Getting there. Why? whhore: That girl sitting on your lap is a man. It's adams apple is bigger than yours and I think it must wrap and pull the wang to the back cause when it bent over, something smiled at me and it wasn't a bagina. Bwahahahahahahah. It comes back and fawk me, huge adams apple and no tiits. I told him to keep walking and don't look back. I go sit with my friends and they are laughing hystericaly. Whhore: You're not the first one he's fooled. Hey, where's that gold chain you had around your neck?

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A long time ago, a few friends and I went to the French Quarter to get fawked up and find some wimmens. The night started off really good. A hamburger at Port-O-Call. A few hurricanes at Pat Obriens. Then we met a few biker chicks at Johnny Whites and that's where the real fun began . Friend Ahole: These chicks are really hot. Me: They're biker chicks. They look like they've been rode harder than your mom. Friend Ahole: I'm fawking a biker chick tonight and you can walk. Me: Fine. I'll play. So this one chick walks up to my friend and he buys her a few shots and eventually she is all over him. They are making out and she's grabbing his junk and he is very happy. Ahole: Hot huh? Me: She's got a great arse.:rolleyes: A little while later these two women walk in. One very fat one ane very tall one wearing a really short skirt and high heels. She walks up to me and asks for a light. I buy her a few rounds and at some point, she sits on my lap and put her arms around me and started playing with my hair. I look over at my friend and he and his whhore are laughing their ass off. Short skirt gets up and goes to the bathroom Me: What? Them: Still laughing, "Dude, are you wasted/" Me: Getting there. Why? whhore: That girl sitting on your lap is a man. It's adams apple is bigger than yours and I think it must wrap and pull the wang to the back cause when it bent over, something smiled at me and it wasn't a bagina. Bwahahahahahahah. It comes back and fawk me, huge adams apple and no tiits. I told him to keep walking and don't look back. I go sit with my friends and they are laughing hystericaly. Whhore: You're not the first one he's fooled. Hey, where's that gold chain you had around your neck?

:wall:

 

:mad: :cry:

Not too bad. B minus.

 

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A long time ago, a few friends and I went to the French Quarter to get fawked up and find some wimmens. The night started off really good. A hamburger at Port-O-Call. A few hurricanes at Pat Obriens. Then we met a few biker chicks at Johnny Whites and that's where the real fun began . Friend Ahole: These chicks are really hot. Me: They're biker chicks. They look like they've been rode harder than your mom. Friend Ahole: I'm fawking a biker chick tonight and you can walk. Me: Fine. I'll play. So this one chick walks up to my friend and he buys her a few shots and eventually she is all over him. They are making out and she's grabbing his junk and he is very happy. Ahole: Hot huh? Me: She's got a great arse.: A little while later these two women walk in. One very fat one ane very tall one wearing a really short skirt and high heels. She walks up to me and asks for a light. I buy her a few rounds and at some point, she sits on my lap and put her arms around me and started playing with my hair. I look over at my friend and he and his whhore are laughing their ass off. Short skirt gets up and goes to the bathroom Me: What? Them: Still laughing, "Dude, are you wasted/" Me: Getting there. Why? whhore: That girl sitting on your lap is a man. It's adams apple is bigger than yours and I think it must wrap and pull the wang to the back cause when it bent over, something smiled at me and it wasn't a bagina. Bwahahahahahahah. It comes back and fawk me, huge adams apple and no tiits. I told him to keep walking and don't look back. I go sit with my friends and they are laughing hystericaly. Whhore: You're not the first one he's fooled. Hey, where's that gold chain you had around your neck?

:wall:

 

:mad:

 

You may be my favorite poster, BB. :thumbsup:

 

 

Of course, I have low standards in posting. :ninja:

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You may be my favorite poster, BB. :thumbsup:

 

 

Of course, I have low standards in posting. :ninja:

 

 

My fav poster was the 1977 Cowboys Cheerleader one. Very low standards indeed Tiki!

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My fav poster was the 1977 Cowboys Cheerleader one. Very low standards indeed Tiki!

 

Truth.

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I may have made-out with said tranny but that has never been proven. Cause I don't fawking remember and said whhhore died in a Burger King incident at the drive thru window. Acid and onion rings got the story all clouded and sh!t! And whoppers aren't doubled down as advertised.

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I may have made-out with said tranny but that has never been proven. Cause I don't fawking remember and said whhhore died in a Burger King incident at the drive thru window. Acid and onion rings got the story all clouded and sh!t! And whoppers aren't doubled down as advertised.

 

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Ok so this one time I was in South Beach. Hanging with the girls and getting tired of listening to all the Cuban base-pumping Corvette-driving retards going down the strip. We walked into a quieter bar to get away from the scene. Indigo Girls was playing on the jukebox and we thought we were in girl's heaven for a little breather before we hit the rave scene later that night. There was this really cute bartender with a smoking hot Texas accent and he was flirting with me. I was flirting back cuz ya know... he wasn't Cuban.

 

After a few Red Bulls and Vodka me and the girls were laughing and the bartender was all about paying attention to me. I excused myself to head the the bathroom and when I was doing my bizness I heard a knocking on the stall door. I finished up and when I opened the door, cute Texas bartender was standing there waiting for me. I immediately questioned his presence in the ladies' room but he pinned me against the wall Big Ben-style and started making out with me......

 

As he was pressed against' me I started to get a little confused, because well..... there was no bulge in the down under region and his top half seemed a little puffy. I started to get concerned. I reached down and grabbed for the promised land and could fine nothing. NOTHING.

 

I managed to throw the beast off of me (It was tough. But although I'm small, I'm crazy so I have that going for me) and I screamed "Where's your cack????????? Where's your cack??????" The b!tch started laughing at me and for the first time I sobered up and realized the voice was a little soprano for a studly Texan dude.

 

Needless to say... I kicked her in the area where balls should be and ran out of the bar.

 

She was a good kisser though. :dunno:

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Ok so this one time I was in South Beach. Hanging with the girls and getting tired of listening to all the Cuban base-pumping Corvette-driving retards going down the strip. We walked into a quieter bar to get away from the scene. Indigo Girls was playing on the jukebox and we thought we were in girl's heaven for a little breather before we hit the rave scene later that night. There was this really cute bartender with a smoking hot Texas accent and he was flirting with me. I was flirting back cuz ya know... he wasn't Cuban.

 

After a few Red Bulls and Vodka me and the girls were laughing and the bartender was all about paying attention to me. I excused myself to head the the bathroom and when I was doing my bizness I heard a knocking on the stall door. I finished up and when I opened the door, cute Texas bartender was standing there waiting for me. I immediately questioned his presence in the ladies' room but he pinned me against the wall Big Ben-style and started making out with me......

 

As he was pressed against' me I started to get a little confused, because well..... there was no bulge in the down under region and his top half seemed a little puffy. I started to get concerned. I reached down and grabbed for the promised land and could fine nothing. NOTHING.

 

I managed to throw the beast off of me (It was tough. But although I'm small, I'm crazy so I have that going for me) and I screamed "Where's your cack????????? Where's your cack??????" The b!tch started laughing at me and for the first time I sobered up and realized the voice was a little soprano for a studly Texan dude.

 

Needless to say... I kicked her in the area where balls should be and ran out of the bar.

 

She was a good kisser though. :dunno:

 

Coffeee? Tea? Texas?

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Bunny Bastages is part of my faggity FFT phone network...I'll get to the bottom of this tranny thing <_<

 

Also, how much $$$ for a flight to New Orleans from Sacramento? :wub:

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Bunny Bastages is part of my faggity FFT phone network...I'll get to the bottom of this tranny thing dry.gif

 

Also, how much $$$ for a flight to New Orleans from Sacramento? :wub:

 

 

:music_guitarred: A twinkie an a bottle of Gran Manuer! I got the rest brother! :music_guitarred:

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Bunny Bastages is part of my faggity FFT phone network...I'll get to the bottom of this tranny thing dry.gif

 

Also, how much $$$ for a flight to New Orleans from Sacramento? :wub:

 

 

A good sh!t and you are here brother. I love you man!!!!!!!

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huh? OK I know my story wasn't great

:cheers: I actually enjoyed it, in between shuddering.

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One time I was in Thailand at the full moon party. Ko Phagn Nagn to be specific. Great time if you ever have the chance. Anyway, everyone was focking wasted and most people were messed up on at least a couple other things too. The full moon party is a HUGE deal with tens of thousands of people all over the world. So I'm standing there, drunk, focked up on shrooms, and doing God knows what, when this guy comes up to me and yells "LOOK OVER THERE IN THE ALLEY!" He points down an alley and everyone else around us looks down there too. Everyone's focked up so it's kind of like we were in it as a group or something. Anyway, I take a look-see down the alley and there is this young college-age guy, an American-looking guy, grinding his pelvis into a Thai woman up against the wall. Like he has her pressed up against this alley wall and the two of them are dancing, with his crotch against her ass. "DO YOU THINK I SHOULD TELL MY BUDDY THAT IS A MAN???!" he inquires. So I take a second look and realize that it is definitely a dude. This is obvious to me from 20-30 feet away. Everyone else around is laughing at this point too. NO, FOCK IT, HE'LL FIND OUT THE HARD WAY!!! I yell back. Everyone busts up and then...I don't know. I was blacked out and that was just a moment of lucidity. I don't know what happened to the American college guy in the alley but hopefully he didn't fock that Thai tranny.

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He didn't know it was a tranny at the beginning of the night.

 

I'm not a tranny. They make me wear this outfit.

 

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Ok so this one time I was in South Beach. Hanging with the girls and getting tired of listening to all the Cuban base-pumping Corvette-driving retards going down the strip. We walked into a quieter bar to get away from the scene. Indigo Girls was playing on the jukebox and we thought we were in girl's heaven for a little breather before we hit the rave scene later that night. There was this really cute bartender with a smoking hot Texas accent and he was flirting with me. I was flirting back cuz ya know... he wasn't Cuban.

 

After a few Red Bulls and Vodka me and the girls were laughing and the bartender was all about paying attention to me. I excused myself to head the the bathroom and when I was doing my bizness I heard a knocking on the stall door. I finished up and when I opened the door, cute Texas bartender was standing there waiting for me. I immediately questioned his presence in the ladies' room but he pinned me against the wall Big Ben-style and started making out with me......

 

As he was pressed against' me I started to get a little confused, because well..... there was no bulge in the down under region and his top half seemed a little puffy. I started to get concerned. I reached down and grabbed for the promised land and could fine nothing. NOTHING.

 

I managed to throw the beast off of me (It was tough. But although I'm small, I'm crazy so I have that going for me) and I screamed "Where's your cack????????? Where's your cack??????" The b!tch started laughing at me and for the first time I sobered up and realized the voice was a little soprano for a studly Texan dude.

 

Needless to say... I kicked her in the area where balls should be and ran out of the bar.

 

She was a good kisser though. :dunno:

 

 

:doublethumbsup:

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