I mean I had a spider in my garage, a large one, used to think about it as a pet
Once I snapped because of some ants running on my friggin desk. I punched em and ate one of em and spat the bastard like ‘FUCK YOU, WHO’S YO DADDY NOW HUH?’
I used to catch wasps with an empty sachet and kill them after just for fun when I was a kid.
Hornets creep the shit out of me tough. Flying fuckers.[/quote]
So, like, do you hunt people for sport now? Maybe have a deep pit in your dark basement that you keep young women hostage and lower down lotion to them in a basket while wearing the skin from other women you killed while you’re little poodle yaps? Maybe tuck your sack back and look at yourself in a mirror while chanting “Would you fuck me? I’d fuck me. I’d fuck me hard.”?
nttawwt … nah who am i kiddin, that’s some disturbing shit
I mean I had a spider in my garage, a large one, used to think about it as a pet
Once I snapped because of some ants running on my friggin desk. I punched em and ate one of em and spat the bastard like ‘FUCK YOU, WHO’S YO DADDY NOW HUH?’
I used to catch wasps with an empty sachet and kill them after just for fun when I was a kid.
Hornets creep the shit out of me tough. Flying fuckers.
So, like, do you hunt people for sport now? Maybe have a deep pit in your dark basement that you keep young women hostage and lower down lotion to them in a basket while wearing the skin from other women you killed while you’re little poodle yaps? Maybe tuck your sack back and look at yourself in a mirror while chanting “Would you fuck me? I’d fuck me. I’d fuck me hard.”?
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Oh shit you know my secret. Now I have to find you and kill you.
I may even give you large amounts of intravenous estradiol, make you a boob job, slap an orange bikini on you and then proceed to behead you and make you jump up and down for eternity. I’ll use you as my new avatar. MUAHAHAH
I mean I had a spider in my garage, a large one, used to think about it as a pet
Once I snapped because of some ants running on my friggin desk. I punched em and ate one of em and spat the bastard like ‘FUCK YOU, WHO’S YO DADDY NOW HUH?’
I used to catch wasps with an empty sachet and kill them after just for fun when I was a kid.
Hornets creep the shit out of me tough. Flying fuckers.
So, like, do you hunt people for sport now? Maybe have a deep pit in your dark basement that you keep young women hostage and lower down lotion to them in a basket while wearing the skin from other women you killed while you’re little poodle yaps? Maybe tuck your sack back and look at yourself in a mirror while chanting “Would you fuck me? I’d fuck me. I’d fuck me hard.”?
Oh shit you know my secret. Now I have to find you and kill you.
I may even give you large amounts intravenous estradiol, make you a boob job, slap an orange bikini on you and then proceed to behead you and make you jump up and down for eternity. I’ll use you as my new avatar. MUAHAHAH [/quote]
I’ll be waiting for you with a loaded .45 … any other color bikini I’d think about it, but orange? you ARE deranged
I’ll be waiting for you with a loaded .45 … any other color bikini I’d think about it, but orange? you ARE deranged
Ah damn I knew there was a little something that wasn’t right in my post. Ah well…I’ll let you choose the color mkay?[/quote]
Well … no … this is crazy … how can I trust a guy who tucks his sack back and chants crazy shit like “It puts the lotion on the skin or it gets the hose again.” like a sadistic Dr. Seuss?
y has no one said dehydration?! that sound like the worst death ever. weither you in the ocean on in a desert. how bad would it suck to have you last thought be “if i only had some water…hugh (death rattle)”
My fear is getting captured on the battlefield and getting tortured by those ass faced russian bastards…
they friggin gouge ur eyes out with a red hot steel rod.
or pouring metled lead on ur head.
and that’s not all !
[quote]Ahmadov wrote:
My fear is getting captured on the battlefield and getting tortured by those ass faced russian bastards…
they friggin gouge ur eyes out with a red hot steel rod.
or pouring metled lead on ur head.
and that’s not all !
Unfortunately I have a lot of fears, but I don’t let them bother me. I won’t let them affect my decision making.
So here it is: Germs, retards/psychos, jail, junk food, breaking the law, bums, drug addicts or even recreational drug users, heights, water, driving,I am claustraphobic, and I live in mortal terror of something bad happening to my wife.
That last one is actually the biggest one. My life is more or less total shit except for her, so even the mere thought of her being injured or harmed or sick in some way makes me ill.
The only “irrational” fear for me are snakes.
Actually it’s more a deep disgust than fear…but it’s very strong.
In summer when I ride my bike to work,if I take the country road in the parks sometimes during sunny days I see the snakes sunbathing.
Well I’m kind of afraid to find them
[quote]Horazio wrote:
The only “irrational” fear for me are snakes.
Actually it’s more a deep disgust than fear…but it’s very strong.
In summer when I ride my bike to work,if I take the country road in the parks sometimes during sunny days I see the snakes sunbathing.
Well I’m kind of afraid to find them[/quote]
I was just imagining Indian Jones in retirement. He now owns an upscale hair salon in Hollywood and is in demand because of his great styling talent. Then one day, Medusa walks in and asks for him.
