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can u say fucking awesome

happy gebertstaag

put the bottle down

fu stick

they did the rite thing.I'm so sorry for your loss...

Im so sorry..is there a link to an online memorial we can leave condolences at?

i would love to see you two compete,pls proceed

sexiest female voice -PINKy-hands down

liar

welcome back m8

very cool

my second request for tig ole bitties.

good build heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

"dont be afraid to enter a little bit."said haxtr

i mute wilthing for screaming in my ear whenever he on the same channel and dean when he whines about claymores then i change all my classes to claymore class and really plant em up and down the map.

herro.

gloves.used to be stickum...great catch though

i said severe

A Polish Pickle Worker Stan Zelkovitz worked in a Polish pickle factory. For many years, he had a powerful, almost uncontrollable desire to put his penis in the pickle slicer. Unable to stand it , he finally sought professional help from the factory psychologist. After six months of intense therapy, however, the frustrated therapist gave up. He advised Stan to go ahead and do it; otherwise he would probably never have any peace of mind. The next day Stan came home from work very early. His wife, Stella, became alarmed and wanted to know what had happened. For the first time, Stan tearfully confessed to her his tormenting desire to put his penis in the pickle slicer. He went on to explain that today he finally went ahead and did it, and he was immediately fired. Stella gasped and ran over to her husband. She quickly yanked down his pants and shorts only to find everything normal. She looked up and said, "I don't understand, what about the pickle slicer?" Stan replied, "I think she got fired, too!

A Polish Pickle Worker Stan Zelkovitz worked in a Polish pickle factory. For many years, he had a powerful, almost uncontrollable desire to put his penis in the pickle slicer. Unable to stand it , he finally sought professional help from the factory psychologist. After six months of intense therapy, however, the frustrated therapist gave up. He advised Stan to go ahead and do it; otherwise he would probably never have any peace of mind. The next day Stan came home from work very early. His wife, Stella, became alarmed and wanted to know what had happened. For the first time, Stan tearfully confessed to her his tormenting desire to put his penis in the pickle slicer. He went on to explain that today he finally went ahead and did it, and he was immediately fired. Stella gasped and ran over to her husband. She quickly yanked down his pants and shorts only to find everything normal. She looked up and said, "I don't understand, what about the pickle slicer?" Stan replied, "I think she got fired, too!

if that child has severe autism I would suggest against it.goodluck

hmmm an unfair advantage...

Three religious missionaries, an Orthodox Jewish Rabbi, a Catholic Priest and a pious Protestant Christian Missionary are caught by the local cannibalistic natives and are brought before the Chief. The Rabbi is forced forward at spear point. "You have tried to impose your religion on my village, and you must be punished. Do you chose death or Oonga Boonga?" Having no idea what Oonga Boonga is, he decalres, "God may have plans for me, and this could be a test of my faith. I choose Oonga Bonga over death". The villagers all gather around the Rabbi in a circle, and begin chanting Oonga Boonga, Oonga Boonga...Oonga Boonga. Just then 12 warriors appear, naked as the day they were born, all with huge, thick erections. They quickly strip the rabbi naked, and force him to the ground, one after the other forcing themselves upon the rabbi until they are all spent and the rabbi is a shivering, wreck curled up in a fetal position on the soil. The Chief motions for the Catholic Priest to step forward. "You have tried to impose your religion on my village, and you must be punished. Now that you have witnessed it, do you chose death or Oonga Boonga?" As the Priest had some experience of certain matters as an alter boy, he said a quick prayer and to the cheers of the surrounding villagers said aloud "I chose Oonga Boonga". This time 24 warriors came forward, each larger than the last, they took the priest from both ends at once, two at once in his arsehole, they abused him, used him, and left him bloodied and bruised, a soiled and broken man. The Protestant Missionary was ushered to the Chief, who again said, "You have tried to impose your religion on my village, and you must be punished. Do you chose death or Oonga Boonga?" The missionary stood up ramrod straight. "I have seen the disgusting depravities you call justice. God doesn't want us to suffer in such ways or indulge in such barbaric repugnant behaviours. I gladly chose death and go to meet my maker, pure, unsoiled and in glory". There's a collective groan from the disapointed onlooking villagers. "Hmmmm", said the Chief. "You are a brave man, and as such we will honour you with the death of a captured warrior". "DEATH BY OONGA BOONGA!"

a beautiful baby boy.enjoy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=_biZ8b2R0DA ask her