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Damn straight. You know, when you say shit like that, I believe in you man. Go forth and revive the porn thread. But first, take my Sword of Truth. In your mouth. Good boy.
Oh, Gnet, I've missed you. |
AC you big fuzzy motherfucker. Where you been boi?
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Busy like a motherfucker - work shit, family shit, adjusting to single life and trying not to bust a vein in my temple. Luckily said shit is starting to calm down though, so I figured I'd swing by and see how this place is doing, and what do I find? - some of the cool people are still posting despite Gnet being generally more underused than my junk, and Versus has restarted the fanfiction mill. Good going guys, good going.
And just how the fuck are you, Miss C? |
I'm not bad. Working on some artwork and writing for a blog I'm going to start about my crazy ass dreams. Still trying to adjust though if I'm honest.
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Yeah, hope things're settling down over there. You know where I am if you want a proofreader, ear to bitch into or some porno-talk.
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Things are calming down somewhat, it's just weird, ya know?
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:( Are your bros and sisters still acting like a great big bag of dicks?
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Not so much lately. They seem to have chilled on the being a massive dickhole front. Hopefully it will continue, I am running out of energy to deal with people like that. I mostly just shut myself indoors and browse the scary internet these days.
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I told him in the what's made your day? thread
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You asked for this, G.net.
THE DOOR OPENS UNCEREMONIOUSLY AND KONTANKARITE STEPS THROUGH WITH AN EXASPERATED SIGH. THE FIRST THING HE NOTICES IS THAT, RATHER THEN THE STRONG SMELL OF SOMETHING IN THE OVEN, THE SWEET OF AROMA OF FLOWERS TENDERLY TICKLES HIS NOSE. THE SECOND IS THE SOURCE OF THAT SWEET FRAGRANCE: A TRAIL OF ROSE PEDALS THAT LEAD UP THE STAIRS. Kontan: [Worried] Honey? Did something happen? HIS CONCERNED VOICE FOR HIS BELOVED PARTS THE SILENCE OF HIS HOME. DROPPING HIS BRIEFCASE AND COAT AT THE DOOR, HE HURRIES UPSTAIRS. AS HE DRAWS CLOSER, THE ILLUMINATION DIMS EXCEPT FOR A DIM GLOW THAT SOFTLY KISSES THE SPACE UNDERNEATH THE DOOR FRAME. DRAWING CLOSER, HE NOW SMELLS ANOTHER THING IN THE AIR: HIS FAVORITE INCENSE. Kontan: [Thinking to himself] Oh, no! What if my dear is with another? [His heart sinking] I don't think I could bare that pain! [Grasping the door handle and praying to himself] Please God, let everything be okay! OPENING THE DOOR, HIS SENSES ARE TOUCHED BY THE ROMANTIC LIGHTING OF OF CANDLES, THE SWEET BREATHE OF INCENSE, THE FEEL OF ROSE PEDALS AT HIS BARE FEET, AND THE SIGHT OF HIS BELOVED WIFE, FRUITBAT, READY AND WAITING FOR HIM ON THEIR BED. |
Oh Versus, this is why I adore you.
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I feel sick already.
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TAKING IN THE SIGHT OF FRUITBAT'S VOLUPTUOUS BODY, FROM HER BARE SHOULDERS AND DELICATE NECK TO HER FULL AND SUPPLE BOSOM AND FEMININE TUMMY, HE CAN'T HELP BUT BLUSH EXCITEDLY WITH AROUSAL. THE FIRE OF LUST BURNING IN HIS CHEEKS CAUSE HIM SO MUCH DESIRE THAT HE CAN BARELY FORM WORDS.
Fruitbat: [With a mischievous grin] I've missed you, darling. I could barely contain myself from the longing that I feel for you. Kontan: [Unbuttoning his shirt and collar] Well, I certainly wasn't expecting this. [Making his way to the bed] But I HAVE missed you, too. I've been thinking about you all day, in fact. Fruitbat: [Patting a spot next to her to indicate for him to sit] Good thoughts, I hope? SITTING DOWN AND REMOVING HIS SHOES, HE CONTINUES TO DANCE ACROSS HER NOW FLUSH BODY WITH HIS EYES BEFORE RETURNING TO HER OWN. THEY TWINKLE LIKE JEWELS IN AN ALABASTER SKY. SAUNTERING LOW, HE MAKES HIS WAY ABOVE HER ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES UNTIL THEY ARE FACE TO FACE. Kontan: [With heavy breath] I love you, Fruitbat. More then anything. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. THEIR VOICES INTERTWINING AS ONE AND GATHERING PITCH. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. Fruitbat: [Coyly] I love you more. Kontan: [Playing along] No, I love YOU more. |
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And it took MC a SNAKE to do that.
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This is WAY more disturbing than anything I could come up with. Way more.
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Bahahahahahah fuckkkk >.<
Best thing ever.... |
what fresh new hell is this?
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*laughing so hard I'm crying*
bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I'm so ashamed... I must be in a state of perpetual drunkeness with KK in my bed... feminine tummy - LMAO! I'm expecting Desp to come through the door and have a fight to the death for KK's affections.... |
It's only just started and I'm not sure I can cope....
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It's also the end. Somebody reported me for vastly inappropriate language.
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Seriously, I'm not that drunk.... or am I? (but I have drunk half a bottle of wine as I post this so I am shitfaced for a fruitbat - and about to propose marriage to my laptop) You never were going to finish it were you? I'll finish it off if you like? But it will be messy... very very messy and it will be like a book (because I don't do screenplays), and it will be very very very inappropriate..... **oh and I've reversed the infraction*raspberry |
Lmao. KK is going to kill you!
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Versus... you got a filthy mind, bro. :(
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