Islandman and Fata Morgana going at it...

Where's the part where Fata bashes him over the head with a wheel of hard cheese?
 
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That only works when her suitors are ginormous fatties who can't dodge the incoming wheel.

Me, I float like a butterfly and sting link a mildly irritating fruit fly. Note my foot-work in my AV.
 
He was thinking about you at 3:27am his time. That's not creepy or anything. Nope, not at all.

I noted the time and, in an effort to not get creeped out, rationalized that he first thought about Fata, which ultimately led to me and the creation of this thread.
 
I noted the time and, in an effort to not get creeped out, rationalized that he first thought about Fata, which ultimately led to me and the creation of this thread.
You are mentally fucked up. What a stir-fry of confusion your brain must be.

It's no wonder she fancies you.
 
That you track my movements here gives me... a sense of joy.

Most people can read and understand a time-stamp, Byron.


You are mentally fucked up. What a stir-fry of confusion your brain must be.

It's no wonder she fancies you.

Don't look now, but I planted a thermite bomb into the heel of your left shoe. Should you attempt to take it off.....boom.

Should you continue to annoy me.....boom.


I will not.

An thou makest me?

It's my belief that thou shitst in a bucket.


For over a century now we've called the bucket a "flushing toilet".
 
I know it's meant as an insult, but mewling quim is so sonorous. Needs to be submitted to the alternate-to-pussy thread. I want my quim to mewl.

I would like to vote for mewling quim.

It sounds nice and naughty at the same time.
 
I know it's meant as an insult, but mewling quim is so sonorous. Needs to be submitted to the alternate-to-pussy thread. I want my quim to mewl.

I would like to vote for mewling quim.

It sounds nice and naughty at the same time.
Slob misfired, there.

It sounds like a real comfy place to be.

I'd change my title if I weren't employed here.
 
Most people can read and understand a time-stamp, Byron.

Don't look now, but I planted a thermite bomb into the heel of your left shoe. Should you attempt to take it off.....boom.

Should you continue to annoy me.....boom.

For over a century now we've called the bucket a "flushing toilet".
Keep it up.
 
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