EA Forums

Someone special has a birthday toward the end of September. I wonder if there will be any penectomy stories in his email box this month?

It's me! It's me! It's me!

Have I asked for penectomy stories?

...

But well, anyway, thanks for remembering!

Also, Haltlos, was WILLST du denn?!

Was ICH will?

Ich will wissen warum du nicht gesagt hast, daß du in Berlin wohnst.

Und warum du nie aufmachst wenn ich bei dir klingel! :redbounce



...

Damn! Where's the pic? 480x480 and less than 50k right?

Try again...

(Watch out! If it doesn't show up I'll send it via eMail. It's not funny without the pic. )

Nicht mich...

hehe

Hey! Quit hijacking my thread with these German posts. This is mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!

I have given selflessly now respond to my pandering dammit!

Schade, dass Bboy nur eine Sprache lesen kann.

idea:

Pander pander pander pander pander pander pander pander pander



"And GOD created CAT, and was promptly ignored."

Birthdays, penectomies, doorbells, Germans, cats and postal workers.

There's GOT to be a storyline in there somewhere!!!

When did Bboy's avatar vanish?

Hum,

I wonder what's Got to be done to get un "disavowed"? Got to get a clue and Got to get working. Wise man once told me, "Got to finish what you started."

You know, a man once walked into a bar to get stone drunk. At the end of the night the bar tender handed him the bill. This poor stooge said "sorry Mac, joke is on you, I just pissed away my fortune in AOL stock. I haven't got any stones for you at all."

The old knarled bartender, ex butcher, leaned over the bar, grabed the man's crotch and said, "no problem bloke, I don't take stones anyway. Besides I can tell that your's are just little pebbles, but, a few inchs of your pisser will do." With lightning speed the bartender yanked the man's little cock onto the bar table. The next moment it was over; wth a flash of steel, the bartender brought his favorite meat cleaver, aka. "The Inforcer", slashing down with a dull thud as it drove into the bar counter. The bill was paid in full, not with stones but with the garden hose.

Ah, what a pisser of a story!!

I bet one with a Mexican doctor would really be good.

Stay tuned Sports Fans,

Desticado

(bad joke teller)

Hum,

Desticado (imported) wrote: Mon Sep 08, 2003 2:29 pm You know, a man once walked into a bar to get stone drunk. At the end of the night the bar tender handed him the bill. This poor stooge said "sorry Mac, joke is on you, I just pissed away my fortune in AOL stock. I haven't got any stones for you at all."

The old knarled bartender, ex butcher, leaned over the bar, grabed the man's crotch and said, "no problem bloke, I don't take stones anyway. Besides I can tell that your's are just little pebbles, but, a few inchs of your pisser will do." With lightning speed the bartender yanked the man's little cock onto the bar table. The next moment it was over; wth a flash of steel, the bartender brought his favorite meat cleaver, aka. "The Inforcer", slashing down with a dull thud as it drove into the bar counter. The bill was paid in full, not with stones but with the garden hose.

Desticado (bad joke teller)

THE ANNUAL Harvest Moon is defined as the full moon that arrives nearest to the fall equinox, which is on Sept. 23. In one out of three years the Harvest Moon is in October. The 2003 version comes unusually early, although it can occur as early as Sept. 8 (as in 1976) or as late as Oct. 7 (as in 1987).

The moon officially turns full when it reaches a spot in the sky opposite to the sun in our sky. This moment will occur at 1636 GMT (12:36 p.m. ET or 9:36 a.m. PT) Wednesday.

Many people think that the Harvest Moon remains in the night sky longer than any of the other full moons we see during the year, but that is not so. What sets it apart is that farmers at the climax of the current harvest season can work late into the night by the moon's light.

What was that movie where the guy was castrated at the end by a sicle (spelling) at a place called Harvest Home?

Hum,

So, your point being that this "Harvest Moon" thing would make good material for a Druid-cult-pagen-crazy group going out and "Harvesting" some male stalks for some bizzare tribute to their God/Belief??? Is that what you are saying? (Let's get Bboy's mind going wild with that thought)

Come on, there has to be some other authors out there!

Ok, so this guy walks up this grassy hill to get drunk, he wakes up to find this wacko in a sheet, chanting in some ancient toung, holding a gleaming knife in his hand......

Oh, there is a reason why I'm called Desticado.

The Desticado

(aka. Tormentor)