But they don't need it actually
Cuz it's with the lips you only kiss with your lips!!
See......

oh,everything's Ok now,i'm so happy!
well,to continue "the drunk theme"...
once i drank more than could be enough.so did my friend(female).as a result we got down on our knees in the middle of a supermarket and sweared in eternal love to each other in the circle of hottest embrace!

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always in my Heart,can do Nothing with that

O__O

hahahahahahahaha
In the supermarket haha.


And angels, you didn't understand Deathbringer's joke hahhaa
He knows what kiss means, he was joking hahaha.

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 Here we go again with confussion

Who loves a good old crude fart story? I do. Here's one of mine:

A number of years ago I was employed at a five star hotel in its restuarant named Boone Tavern. This was in a college town, Berea College in Berea, Kentucky. The establishment is frequented by high society types. Rich old white people hobknobbing with the college. Professionals, luminaries and dignitaries.

I was a lowly relish tray server. See, the relish tray was a demonic torture device. It was a heavy large ceramic tray which weighed about 15 pounds when empty. Add to it another 5 pounds of various relish types of foods.

I had to carry it around the tables and offer it to the diners. And you had to hold it in a proper fashion. In one hand with your other behind your back like some butler for a wealthy person. Needless to say by the end of the night your arm is sore and about to give out. After awhile it becomes a struggle to keep it up. And naturally, as you take it around the little old rich women would take their sweet time in selecting what they wanted.

Well, one night my arm was about to give out. So I breached protocol. As I stood their waiting for the old lady to make up her mind I decided I would ease this tray down and rest part of it on the table to lighten the load and give my arm a rest. Doing this required a kind of a squatting and stooping motion on my part.

And so, as I performed the manuever my butt cheeks gave out and a loud fart issued from my nether region. "Brrrrrrappppppp!"

I didn't let my horror show on my face.

The little old woman heard my rectal report.

"What was that?" She asked in wonder.

"Um, it might have been a rat" I replied.

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"Let teachers and priests and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is an illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and I am content."

"Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing.

That's the most embarrassing story till now

Someday I'll tell you how one of my farts actually made patrons of a Spencer's Gift shop in Fort Henry Mall in Kingsport, TN evacuate the premises. The most deadly weapon in the world is inside my butt: the atomic fart.

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"Let teachers and priests and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is an illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and I am content."

"Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing.

Okay, This is an embarrising story about me: I was in 8th grade and it was 2nd hour. After 15 mins of my math class, the fire alarm bell rang.. it was a drill. Everyone in the building left and in front of my school there was a bike rack that people were stepping over. I was wearing baggy Tripp goth jeans that were a little bit longer then my legs so I stepped over the bar one leg at a time. We waited for a few minutes across the street of the school. Eventually we recieved a word from a teacher that it was safe to go back. Well my elbow was injured from a skateboarding accident so it was all wrapped up with gauze and an ace bandage so i wanted to b a dare devil and jump the bike rack. I did for the most part...I accidently stepped on the pant leg and basically did a somersault over the bike rack and landed on, guess what?? my injured arm...Almost everybody in the school saw me!! Even my lil bro..And anyway i kinda stand out of all the preppy chics.

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No metal=no justice. No music=no life.


Is it normal to NOT conform to the stuck-up, material world, like, mostly, everyone else??
.any answers send me a message.

That's funny! But I hope you didn't injure your arm further in it.

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"Let teachers and priests and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is an illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and I am content."

"Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing.

No not really, but when I went to physical therapy later that day my arm was a little bit swollen... Now on my arm there is a scar from the fall, skateboard accident not my brave attempt to jump the rack..I don't know which is more embarrasing: my story or yours

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No metal=no justice. No music=no life.


Is it normal to NOT conform to the stuck-up, material world, like, mostly, everyone else??
.any answers send me a message.