I want my racist pony to give me a cialis enema followed by a ginger plug

She's my true love. I swear.

True love does not include swearing.

Swearing only shows that you are not mature enough to not swear and thus you prove your immaturity by your swearing. This is not love. This is abuse. You are abusive and immature and foul mouthed.

~frowns~

my Master made me write this while i was wearing my He-Man underoos. Master insists that i not pick my nose while wearing underoos. He is the best Master in the world and my True Love!!!! :devil::cool::eek::heart:

~picks nose~

oops

~stares at cursor while thinking of something funny to write~

~is distracted by television~

Why can't I cry about this thread? I am weak. Or not weak. I am confused. Oh look, balloons!
 
You had me at 'He-Man Underoos.'

I no longer want a pony, I want a girl wearing garishly printed polyester lingerie.

But you can keep your boogers to yourself thank you!
 
They don't really laugh "at" your jokes. More like "with" your jokes. Perhaps even "near" your jokes.

Mom, is that you?
You promised to call me daddy, remember sweetheart?

This true love stuff is the pits.
 
~picks nose~

oops

It isn't whether or not you pick your nose, but where you put the boogers.

And I really miss wonder woman underoos. They should make them for fat grown ups. Those would be good for the Thursday get together where we debauch the innocent and plot new and exciting ways to be unethical.
:rolleyes:
 
It isn't whether or not you pick your nose, but where you put the boogers.

And I really miss wonder woman underoos. They should make them for fat grown ups. Those would be good for the Thursday get together where we debauch the innocent and plot new and exciting ways to be unethical.
:rolleyes:
Butches like me swear by the Spiderman ones.

Even though swearing is abusive.

I abuse my underoos.
 
Underhaikoos - by Keroin

Polyesteramorous
Spidey senses tingle now
~smiles~ my beloved
 
You can pick your nose and you can pick your friends but you can't pick your friend's nose.

~scratches groin~
Now that depends on the friend...

Butches like me swear by the Spiderman ones.

Even though swearing is abusive.

I abuse my underoos.
They make underoos for grown-ups?!?! Really???

That would be hella awesome amounts of degradation and humiliation for bondage night!
 
I was Wonder Woman for Halloween a couple of years ago. I really wanted to be tied up in that outfit. But, alas, no such luck. :( What this has to do with anything, I have no idea.

Wait, this isn't the non-sequitur thread? Shit. Er, shoot.
 
I was Wonder Woman for Halloween a couple of years ago. I really wanted to be tied up in that outfit. But, alas, no such luck. :( What this has to do with anything, I have no idea.

Wait, this isn't the non-sequitur thread? Shit. Er, shoot.
We have a non-sequitur thread? Really? Non-sequiturs are my friend. And fish sticks.

And I think it has to do with wearing Wonder Woman clothes and getting tied up for fun. Cause that would be cool. And a little ironic. And Wonder Woman is awesome.

And sleep deprivation has officially hit.

Your mother and mine would have some things in common, IMO.
In that case, you have any hints on explaining a collar that doesn't quite pass as a necklace?
 
I was Wonder Woman for Halloween a couple of years ago. I really wanted to be tied up in that outfit. But, alas, no such luck. :( What this has to do with anything, I have no idea.

Wait, this isn't the non-sequitur thread? Shit. Er, shoot.

<-------- Hey! I am Wonder Woman! :eek: :D
 
I'm giving this the fifteen internets I just won.
If I had any I would also give them. I have no internets right now though.

In that case, you have any hints on explaining a collar that doesn't quite pass as a necklace?
Actually... No. I am sorry. Collars are not supposed to pass for necklaces, you know.

When I had a collar, I also had a very pretty little silk scarf that I wore around my neck a lot. The collar held it in place, and it kept my neck warm in the winter...
 
So I went out drinking heavily with my racist pony last night, and made it to the computer before she grabbed me and gave me a cialis, sugarcube and apple slice enema before working me into a lather of true love.

*spew*

I'm telling you, if I weren't already married I'd want to marry you. I love a man who can make me laugh.

I love a woman who spews with regularity. Also, one who will make me wear a Ralph Lauren nosebag.

True love does not include swearing.

Swearing only shows that you are not mature enough to not swear and thus you prove your immaturity by your swearing. This is not love. This is abuse. You are abusive and immature and foul mouthed.

~frowns~

Attacking those who swear in the name of true love is typical of the non-true love community. These attacks on maturity are evidence of immaturity.

~burp~


my Master made me write this while i was wearing my He-Man underoos. Master insists that i not pick my nose while wearing underoos. He is the best Master in the world and my True Love!!!! :devil::cool::eek::heart:

And I really miss wonder woman underoos. They should make them for fat grown ups. Those would be good for the Thursday get together where we debauch the innocent and plot new and exciting ways to be unethical.
:rolleyes:

Butches like me swear by the Spiderman ones.

Even though swearing is abusive.

I abuse my underoos.

Underhaikoos - by Keroin

Polyesteramorous
Spidey senses tingle now
~smiles~ my beloved

<-------- Hey! I am Wonder Woman! :eek: :D

I am going to make myself vomit after meals until I can fit into some underoos that I found at a yard sale the other days. Yes, they have stains. And yes they are seriously flawed, conceptually speaking: the Hulk would not wear a fucking PICTURE of himself over his left nipple! And he would not wear tighty whiteys with green piping! By all rights, this should be a deep green top and ripped purple briefs.

And by the way, I HATE kids that show up at Halloween with store-bought costumes with little PICTURES of the characters on the front. HELLO?? KID?? DORA DOES NOT WEAR A PICTURE OF HERSELF WITH THE WORD "DORA" WRITTEN ON HER CHEST! Get off my porch. NOW.
 
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