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Discussion in 'All Discussions' started by Sandblasters, Dec 8, 2014.
I'm confused... when ...
do we drink?
Right now, g'damn'it.
Said Koki Barrels
Then he opened
can of whoopazz
and inhaled it
before crushing the
can on his
crotch. seldom jumped
over a keg
into the campfire
Roy is a douche canoe artist who makes custom gnome riding equipment. He blows sheep while getting it on a $1,000,000 pile of sh!t that plows water through his wife’s roastbeef axe wound.
Meanwhile, a sheep licked Roy’s taint.
Right then, Wayne ate a hotdog and woofed chunks full of blood and much sperm from too many abused holes. Then, he proceeded to stalk underaged boys knowing that it’s legal in Thailand and also Florida which is why he’s moving to a Maine barn. His twelve people were there too, all wearing strap-ons, driving white vans towards the Maine barn to deliver lube to iloveswell.
Landon Donovan retired.
What a hard-on.
Grain of rice is Chinese currency or the size of my surf.
Fifteen minute thankyou when short boarder…
Wish we had a big nor’easter so I could do something nutz.
Got locked up.
We all partied then charged gnar at the Belmar. 23 fotters everywhere and hindu models spotting on benches and lookin’ fine!
Wearing longdong silvers to hinder shrinkage from the frigid water in my team waterdong wetsuite.
Fly a banner for darklord kramdar and his krewe who doth shred.
Sacrifice the kittens at Waffle House in Metard’s name…scattered, smothered, covered in hollandaise sauce.
Suddenly, there was a putrid smell. Huffer hoarding cocks in a rancid port-a-potty out back.
Bill Cosby’s niece was flying a banner for clean underwear.
There were skidmarks on Shortboarder’s chest from the Cleveland Steamer dropped by Yankee. Shartboarder enjoyed the rich musky scent of going fecal. So, he ate the steaming pile with fervent delight and began to cry.
Then a shredmeister shott the pier, banged a Hindu, won a bench-off, and punched a queer (and his dog), while Shartboarder stood with his pants down, ready to spread his badseed inside sharthuffer’s blowhole..
My suite smells. Rinse my wetsuite.
Your mommas called.
“What the heck?”, he said, confused.
Fortunately, his bedazzler could penetrate anus.
Thus pirates flocked, and sirens sang, about the wang and sweet pooty-tang.
Once I farted and it sounded like music to everybody!!! So, we used our go-pros to film it.
The next day, Wayne woke up with sticky hands from pulling on Chuck’s love bone, which exploded on MachoMan Randy Savage, who piledrived him, then snapped SlimJimz.
Butthole open wide, ready for insertion of the biggest tranny Hindu dong that he started to tenderly touch with his tongue.
Wayne's taint, yep.
I like beer poured on my unwashed angry hard-on on Tuesday nights.
Meanwhile, Wednesday was beckoning with superswell and superloose Hindus that Darth Vader tongue punched. Titties.
I pier shotted Honeyton at lowtide, blindfolded and whistling thru my arse.
Wahines at The Wedge watching Paddington boost and sip Kasser’s whilst so pitted.
Along came Trevolution and cocksman NorthSeaWallWill & ignored dis troll for he was wearing webbed gloves, preparing to paddle into 8-10’ chop.
Kelly can’t count.
Suddenly, the ground was covered in shpeckle from fakeyslater and Nickelback mixtapes. Mayhem ensued causing a chest-boning outbreak of ebola surf cured by African-surfer rules and Jheri curl.
“Damn, son!”, said a big gnarly crack dealer. Where, it turned out that it actually was Obama and he was unemployed because his wife smoked crack daily with Queen Elizabeth; the reptilian queen who eats Jews.
Don’t want to take a sh!t in gnome’s beard because he’ll try to eat it.
We got trolled by Kelly Slater. Kelly the homo wanted attention badly after being dumped for being an a$$ hole licker, megadouche canoe, megashiiiittles wannabe and pootstain sniffer.
Collecting man caulk for filling cracks of hairy butts and remorseless pee-holes for cousin Mikey (aka the skidmark).
Drink more beer for the clueless. “I’m confused…when…do we drink”? “ Right now, g’damn’it!”, said Koki Barrels. Then he opened a can of whoopazz and inhaled it before crushing the can on his crotch.
Seldom jumped over a keg.
Wow Krak, very nice summarization of the story.
Thanks rcarter and emass.
Remember what my life-coach always said, "Thus pirates flocked, and sirens sang, about the wang and sweet pooty-tang." Word.
Holy mother of gawd, Krak, that was an amazing synopsis, well done. Wow. As an historian by academic training I applaud your ability to summarise that so concisely. Your quality/quantity of post ratio is through the roof right now.
If i may continue...
of trapper's skulls
speechless in awe
of Krak Daddy
and his amazing
stokeful summary of