You have just made a powerful enemy.The Finnish can't even do saunas correctly.
You know, I keep seeing people saying that they are pansexual, and all I can think of is people who get all hot and bothered by this:Yes, I'm a transsexual pansexual muslim. Do I think God hates me and I will burn in hell? Fuck you.
Wait, wut?Yes, I'm a transsexual pansexual muslim. Do I think God hates me and I will burn in hell? Fuck you.
No way dude... he was definitely a top...Hey! I made Jesus suck cock and take it up the ass! What more do you want? 69 with Allah?
all your gods and kings will die before your species does.
i am so glad i withheld the "I support NAMBLA and NAGLA" statementJail? Roman Polanksi should get a medal. What guy doesn't want to fuck jailbait?
offensiveforthesakeofbeingoffensive.txti am so glad i withheld the "I support NAMBLA and NAGLA" statement
This was brilliant.[/QUOTE]
Wait, you mean you eat them dead? I mean, sure, mercy's all well and good, but you're seriously slipping there, Zen.I only lash out at children to collect their blood for my Passover matzoh. The rest of the year I'm a perfectly reasonable atheist and kill them humanely by lethal injection.
Agnostics eat them. Atheists...we have other plans. SCIENCE!Wait, you mean you eat them dead?
“Cain. Please look at me.” Abel knelt and touched and kissed his brother’s cheek. It was as cold as stone. “Please, you’re my brother, and I love you.”
There are moments in life when people can pinpoint the exact time they snapped, when there were one too many straws piled too high. This was Cain’s moment. Inside a lifetime of prejudices smoked and burned away the final piece of his heart. He took his brothers hand before it had been fully taken away.
“I know you are my brother. If you truly love me kiss me again, stronger; as if you pluck them by the roots.”
Abel did so, aiming for the cheek, but somehow he missed. As their lips met Abel was surprised at how cold they felt against his own, soft but very cold. The warmth from his flushed into his brothers. Inside Cain’s head an idea formed and solidified. He wouldn’t just hurt Abel. The river ran deeper than that. He wanted to destroy him. Cain poked out his tongue and gently ran it over his brother’s upper lip. Abel automatically opened his mouth in reply and Cain slipped his tongue inside. He placed one hand on his warm cheek, another on the small of his back and carefully tipped him backwards, setting him down on the dirty soil.
... Aaand this, kiddies, is why the water => wine conversion trick is not a toy.Your grandma begged me to give it to her but I passed her up for the handicap red head down the street
thta's right, your gradma is that bad...
I'm not even going to post this, I'm not drunk enoguht to know better....
what?....
fuck