GUYS, YOU HAVE TO STOP THIS!
Don't you see mates! The terrorists are turning us against each other. This is the internet. In the end it does not matter if one has a fetish or sexual fantasy. The internet is just one big place. The Terrorists want us to do this, but did you guys even sit down to think about for two seconrds, why it is their law?
It's their law because it fuels their terrorist needs and spreads hate, lies and decite!
Eisenhower warned against this. He called it Industrial Military Complex. It refers to the Capitalistic collapse of the free world.
Take a look at this picture of Eisenhower. Look closer. What do you see? The tip of his nose? Closer! Focus! Look at it.
Eisenhower was a two-faced Bottlenose Dolphin. If anything, man remembers Eisenhower by loving the animals he helped represent during his reign on earth.
pakkit said:
I had a needle in my Johnson last week. Needless to say, it fucking hurt and my penis shrivels just thinking about it.
Why? Couldn't he just have given you pills?
Bru said:
I hope this guy's joking with us, I really do.
If not...........
Have I ever told you mate, that I actually saw this before it got stolen on a Museum. It's pretty damn significant. If you wanna hear about someone who had a horrible life, just that a look at the painter. His life story is like cripple falling out of an aeroplane. Not good.
Skiesofwonder said:
Dude. Please. STOP. POSTING.
Haters gonna hate. All day long. Telling other people to stop posting? What a shitty move is that? I have never in my life, said that to anyone. Not even real assholes! Are you one of those types of people who make a big poo on the top of your TV every time something shitty comes on, instead of just changing the channel?(yeah pun, goddam intended

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Legendbyname said:
Don't listen to them. This thread just keeps giving. Please continue the story.
PART 2 CONTINUED -
One of the Baboons had been touching itself, for flies but also for arousal, but then stopped, and confidently walked over to Elias, Sprouting confidence like the proudest primate he could be.
*POOF* and the Baboon had turned into a Bottlenosed Dolphin in a G-string around it's face. Elias could smell it had been used, as the odor reminded him of a mix between old Oysters bathed in Cat Urine, in a Oven at 250 degrees for two weeks. He knew because his grandparents had once taken him to a football game in Ohio, where the locals practiced this abnormality. fucking Ohio, Elias thought to himself.
One of the terrorists started screaming with his muzzled voice covered by the sheet in front of his mouth. Elias knew what he had to do. "Just don't think about it... It's just a hole. It's just a tight piece of gray membrane like on that of a Woman. Air goes through it. It's a channel.. it's just a channel. You can do this" Elias thought to himself.
He approached the Morphed Dolphin laying on the side on the floor, seizuring and losing air, as it shreeked "EEK EEEK EEEEEK". Elias tried making it easier on himself by stripping. He stumpled over his peebloodpuke mixture and landed on his knees, to the Terrorists annoyance.
One of the Terrorists took out a Sony Walkman from 1988 from underneath his robe and started playing, "Sexual Healing". Now it worked better form Elias, trying to strip and seduce the gasping Dolphin. "Thank god for Marvin Gaye and Black people" Elias thought again.
As Elias came closer, he dropped every piece of clothes he had. He was now only wearing socks and his watch, and the time currently said showtime. One of the Terrorists licked his mouth. Elias couldn't hear it because of the music, but the slurp sound was so great that the other Terrorists heard it and also started slurping. It was about to get exciting.