The Isolated Blurt Thread XXVIII: Free Speech and Boobies!!!!!

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Someone please get Eeyore a lover, grandchildren or something, his bitterness must be eating him alive.
 
Someone please get Eeyore a lover, grandchildren or something, his bitterness must be eating him alive.
He won't know happiness. It wouldn't matter. People don't change. He's a bitter, hateful cunt. period.
 
How miserable does someone's own life have to be to continually gossip out of the blue about miserable, bitter me?

Could you bozos maybe come over here and stick your heads up my ass and blow me up full of unicorn farts?
 
Another licence rejection! YAY!! I'm not cool enough to bag poop in California. :rolleyes:

At this point I'm rather certain moving to California was the worst decision I've ever made.

I've never seen a state hate money making so god damn much.

I just can't win with these fuckers.

You need a licence to sell compost?

Did you ask them if they would rather it was dumped in the Sacramento?
 
The Tunnel Of Love.

The Juicy Ride To Ecstasy.

The Wet And Wild Slide.

Velvet Wet Walls.

Slippery When Wet Gripper.


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Oh, I cannot start imagining, I am home from my Tuesday clinic and I have to get changed and scrub clean my utility room and kitchen. I'd much rather daydream about men and my cave of death.

I have a brilliant guided meditation with some cave exploration in it, and I always imagine the caves are lined with sparkling rocks. This joined up thought is making me feel a little 'clunky' and like walking should be more difficult.

When I think of caves I imagine blind, cannibalistic mutants running around in them thanks to The Descent.
 
Oh, I cannot start imagining, I am home from my Tuesday clinic and I have to get changed and scrub clean my utility room and kitchen. I'd much rather daydream about men and my cave of death.

I have a brilliant guided meditation with some cave exploration in it, and I always imagine the caves are lined with sparkling rocks. This joined up thought is making me feel a little 'clunky' and like walking should be more difficult.

Cave of Death? Search for Vore or Unbirth:

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Oh, I cannot start imagining, I am home from my Tuesday clinic and I have to get changed and scrub clean my utility room and kitchen. I'd much rather daydream about men and my cave of death.

I have a brilliant guided meditation with some cave exploration in it, and I always imagine the caves are lined with sparkling rocks. This joined up thought is making me feel a little 'clunky' and like walking should be more difficult.


Cave of death? Not like Socrates' Cave with just a little fire and no wieners I hope! Hope your clinic went well and I prefer to daydream of you daydreaming about men! (There I am on the floor with you, and not grouting tile, either!)
 
Elle, when i said the Coffee Club Grrls should switch from tits to pussy, rock-encrusted vadge descriptions wasn't exactly what i had in mind.
 
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