Pagancowgirl has a Kung-Fu grip Vagina

[Problem Child]

Pagancowgirl's amazing vice-grip cunny

It's a national resource. At this very moment a battalion of heavily armed U.S. Marines is racing to put her under guard for the good of the nation.

Some of the possible uses for this newly discovered piece of vaginal treasure include the following:

~Using her vagina to compress U-235 into a critical mass for making tiny nuke for use against OBL's cave headquarters.

~Forming tiny replacement heart valves out of titanium for Dick Cheney's ailing ticker.

~Crushing diamonds for use as industrial abrasives.

~As a reaction chamber for cold-fusion experiments. Scientists believe that this phenomenal pussy posesses just the right qualities of monumental strength and slippery wetness to breed a 5000 megaton reaction.

This woman didn't even feel childbirth. She burns up vibrators like cigarettes. She uses steel wool tampons.

Pagancowgirl, your country needs you.

 

[Calamity Jane]

omg, you amazing shithead! roflmfao! I about fell off my chair!

But seriously, Marines??? For me???

 

[Laurel]

Wow.

bows in awe of pcg


I'm not worthy!

 

[Svedish_Chef]

PC I wouldnt touch it with your dick.

"It's a death trap, run for your lives!"

 

[Angel]

When do the action figures hit the shelves?

 

[Problem Child]

When do the action figures hit the shelves?

They're not lifesize, Angel. *smilie*

 

[Angel]

Whatever, you rateyed monkey.

I just wanted her to autograph one so I could sit it on my desk and use it as a pencil holder.

 

[Problem Child]

From her descriptions, it would probably make a better pencil sharpener, you fat-bellied gora.

 

[Angel]

You are so fucking sexy sometimes. I love it when you talk dirty ndn to me. Phag.

 

[Problem Child]

If I used smilies, I would give you a big smilie right now, but I don't use smilies, so you'll just have to imagine me eating your pussy.

Ha! Made you smile just a little, didn't I?

 

[felixdakat]

pc.... i'm going to follow you around and haunt you untill you admit to me that you are hunter... i no it's you and you can't convince me otherwise

 

[Problem Child]

Hunter Thompson? I love that dude. If I could spend a week with him I'd suck on my .45 and die happy.

Unless Muffie told me she would fuck me, then I would postpone my death until I tasted her.

 

[felixdakat]

your a vein fuck hunter.....

 

[Debbie]

PC you are so baaaaaaaaaad! But a definite keeper.

 

[Problem Child]

Hunter S. Thompson, for felixdakat

"....The sporting editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-coloured uppers, downers, screamers, laughers ... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.
All this had been rounded up the night before, in a frenzy of high-speed driving all over Los Angeles County - from Topanga to Watts, we picked up everything we could get our hands on. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.

The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station. We had sampled almost everything else, and now - yes, it was time for a long snort of ether. And then do the next hundred miles in a horrible, slobbering sort of spastic stupor. The only way to keep alert on ether is to do up a lot of amyls - not all at once, but stedily, just enough to maintain the focus at ninety miles an hour through Barstow.

"Man, this is the way to travel," said my attorney. He leaned over to turn the volume up on the radio, humming along with the rhythm section and kind of moaning the words: "one toke over the line, Sweet Jesus... One toke over the line..."

One toke? Poor fool! Wait till you see those goddamn bats. I could barely hear the radio ... slumped over on the far side of the seat, grappling with a tape recorder turned all the way up on "Sympathy for the Devil". That was the only tape we had, so we played it constantly, over and over, as a kind of demented counterpoint to the radio. And also to maintain our rhythm on the road. A constant speed is good for gas mileage - and for some reason that seemed important at the time. Indeed. On a trip like this one must be careful about gas consumption. Avoid those quick bursts of acceleration that drag blood to the back of the brain....."


Hunter S. Thompson Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

 

[felixdakat]

i think we're going to be pals... you synical old putz

 

[Spinaroonie]

~As a reaction chamber for cold-fusion experiments. Scientists believe that this phenomenal pussy posesses just the right qualities of monumental strength and slippery wetness to breed a 5000 megaton reaction. \

I'm gonna guess that it isn't all that cold!

 

[Problem Child]

i think we're going to be pals... you synical old putz

I think so, but you need to pay attention to your spelling, or no ether for you. I'm a professional journalist, goddamnit.

 

[felixdakat]

who said i don't pay attention.... i just don't care. the power of the psyche is great. some how despite my spelling errors you still figured out what it was i was trying to say ....huh...go figure. i'm much to busy of a man to be waisting my precious time with spell checking every document that pass through my hands. so lets forget about all this spelling non-sense and talk about what's really important



what does obl wear under the shroud?

 

[Problem Child]

Well, with that kind of explanation, how can I bitch about spelling?

You mean the turban? He has a bald spot. He's very self-conscious about it.

 

[Dillinger]

This is what I need tonight!

PCG's PUSSY!

 

[Calamity Jane]

Well darlin, mark your cock off in inch increments and c'mon out here... we'll kill two birds with one stone

 

[scylis]

And a voice was screaming,
"Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?!?"