you're all fucking sick. I'm definitely banning you all.
Didn't your mothers ever teach you that these acts are unconscionable without first sacrificing kittens???
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andy_lemon
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oh sure, you tell them part of the truth. that's just fan fucking tastic my friend. if you're gonna let that out, why didn't you tell them about the time we created a system of pulleys on each of our shafts and one wrapped around our scrotums. and since you like the truth so much, why don't we tell them how we then threaded static rope, to reduce strength loss, through the pulleys creating a 3:1 off of our genitals, lassoing the owl that we would sing to on that elm tree in the special forest of happyfuck. remember the owl would come and sit on the branch that was dead, but it didn't weight that branch that much because it would flap it's wings to the beat of our song. we were trying to save that owl you fucking truth teller. you know we saved it with our accapella version of the theme song from the greatest american hero...i can still here it, "believe it or not, i'm walking on air. believe it or not..." can you? i doubt it because i know the whole truth and you're too scared to tell it. didn't you know that i love you? didn't it mean anything that time that i came and threw rocks at your bedroom window after you and artsay went to sleep so we could play butt legos? i thought you were different from the rest of my friends after i saw that tear drip down your face and on to your nipple. you were so goddamn beautiful sitting there...you painted red, me painted blue...just like little legos that were meant for each other...we took turns inserting our hands and feet and penis's into each others holes. we held the poses and then pretended to be giant go-bots. didn't that mean anything to you? And then we walked around and stomped on your little ant farm while we were holding the go-bot position because you wanted to pretend to be the lurkist, so I said we could be the lurkist if he was a go-bot, so we walked all over the little people of the ant community. Didn’t it mean anything to you when we took the next few hours, still in the lurkist go-bot pose, using a magnifying glass and tweezers to dress all the ants up in the little uniforms…we had pigs, cats, turtles, little human-ant testicles that would walk around just like the other ants in uniform, but we giggled and kissed each others cheeks because we found the sight of an ant dressed as a human testicle that walked around and was the same size as the other citizens in antopolis. what about what happened to the owl? huh, you fuck? i know you don't want me to say what happened to the owl. it hurt us both. i don't want to say it, but now you're so truthful with everyone on here and i want to be like you and bear your child through my narrow hips and it would be a miracle if it survived and we would name the baby cheesecastle because it was a miracle baby and cheesecastle would be a miracle babys name of all miracle babys names. we could raise it together...but the owl ray. let's see...hmmm...did the owl not like our song? why did it fly off after the branch broke? i know you know. it flew off because you were looking at the owl and not the words to the song i painted on my butt. you looked away because the words ran out ray. they ran out. but they didn't run out you fuck! they were just hidden inside my butt cheeks so that when i spread them apart you would sing the rest of the song and play the whistle i had stored for you in my anus. this was how it was supposed to work to save the owl, but you looked at it. it had eyes. big yellow owl-like eyes and it looked back at you and it chirped at you and you didn't play the butt whistle so you tried making your own butt whistle sound. it didn't work cause you were saying "butt whistle" without moving your chin or teeth so it was just a high pitched version of you saying that over and over. the owl flew off and it took our rope with it. it brought us together so the pulleys came tight and for a moment i thought you were my soul mate to love and to cherish, but then i saw your hands and you were holding our genitals all pulled off with rope burn so bad that it had burnt our pubic hair and we were just looking at the handful of genitals and just smelling the burning pubes. we were castrated ray. you took away my chance for the miracle baby. cheesecastle is gone ray. you took it away because you told the truth. you took our baby away and i want one ray. i love you! you sick fuck! i love you!
Yo HO!! Just got me a code red and some funyons big dawg!!! SHIT YEAH! - Ray, excited about his breakfast
