if you went to your maman's funeral, would you cry?
already answered. u tried to entrap me with mowgli's lyrics and u try to entrap me with camus reference but i don't reply in kind (viz., with stale references)
anonymousover 11 years
If your mother died, would you cry at her funeral?
when you stop finally accept yourself as the small penis hipster you are
deletedalmost 12 years
Or if attaining mental detachment is too hard you could always use the abortion thing for distraction.
deletedalmost 12 years
First you must convince yourself that the size of your penis does not matter. It isn't your small penis they are teasing you about - it is your reaction to said teasing. Break the cycle, PETA.
deletedalmost 12 years
sorry i can't defned u in that thrad man you know i would. maybe change the subject to abortion to distract poeple from your penis
deletedalmost 12 years
but peta i am afraid of failure
deletedalmost 12 years
it's ok man i kinda like it inside everybody is really friendly
deletedalmost 12 years
i am so glad i got out of that bow racket before it came so popular. you and me are the only hipsters left dude
Peter didn’t enjoy many moments of his life since the divorce, but this was certainly one of the few. His father put more bait on Peter’s hook and he cast the line out into the dark green water. “Son” Martin said as he grabbed the other rod, “You’ve shamed me greatly with your poor marks in school.” Peter stared at him in confusion as he lowered the hook down into his throat and let the line sink deep into his inside. He gave a couple tugs here and there until he hit the spot. “You’re going to be the man on the house now” he continued, “And I expect real men to get A’s on their report cards… not B’s.” Peter started to speak but it was too late. He watched as his father slowly pulled out a big mess of intestines, blood vessels and a big wet chunk of his stomach. His body fell limply forward into Peter’s arms. He stared aghast at the inside-out abomination on his lap that was once “Dad”. “Looks like some fish gut themselves” said Peter as he took out his cell phone and took a picture of
Leon opened the front door and was welcomed with a deafening buzzing sound. All along the interior walls of the living room, hallways and kitchen, were a countless number of big bright yellow bees, crawling on top of each other frantically and consuming every inch of the wallpaper. He slowly stepped into the living room where he saw his mom’s silhouette. “Mom?” he called out. She was fighting back tears. “Don’t be scared, sweetie.” she said, “They won’t hurt anyone as long as they get their honey.” “But-” he began to inquire before he noticed her entire body beginning to excrete a golden fluid from every pore on her skin. “Don’t look” she said sobbing. Just as Leon took all of this in, the bees made their move all at once, latching onto her body and devouring every inch of her. Then, in another instant, they all returned the walls, leaving behind nothing but thin black bones
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