or has Wes gone power hungry?
WHERE THE HELL IS SPRAGWA?? I try to take a little break from this hell hole and she is banned!
I know the deal. She was eliminated in retaliation for her brilliant posts exposing Ray and Ho's torrid affair and their inability to generate a retort because of their limited mental capacity!
FOR SHAME
EXPOSED: SCIN AND HO?
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Horatio Felacio
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no, no, no. that's not the way it happened scin, and you know it. here's the full story of why spragwa got banned:
so last night, spragwa was slaving away at my dinner, as usual, when i decided to go to the gym and do a little indoor climbing. it was a tuesday night, so i knew my ass catching partner would be there. so i stop off for a red bull, then pull in, and am putting my shoes on and stretching my arms when i notice something strange in scin's little jacket made from fairy skin (not actual fairys, but gay people). i didn't want to be nosy, but i couldn't help but notice that it was blood and it seemed to be in the form of a note on the inside of his fairy coat. i was reaching for his coat, when i felt a little smack on my bottom, and scin whispered into my ear, "i'm glad you're here. i have some bad news.". i was thinking, "oh great. he's gonna stop putting out.", but we sat down and as he was explaining his situation, i became sick to the stomach. i could not imagine any human being as sick and twisted as that. it seems our dear spragwa has been stalking scin. in fact, she has been doing more than that. yesterday afternoon, scin arrived at his home and was about to post a joke about bedtime for bonzo being filled in with cement (the all time classic joke around here! cracks me up every time!), when he heard a knock at the back door. he opened the door and screamed at what he saw...spragwa standing at the front door, partially clothed in blood, fecal matter, and saliva, a sweater that appeared to be chewed apart and was barely hanging around her ankles, and a hat made of puppy carcasses. apparently, spragwa had gone in to scin's basement during the day, where we kept our token beating bitch laqueesha. spragwa had wanted to play candy land with laqueesha, but things went bad. laqueesha was winning. spragwa threw the game board in the air, tackled the bitch, ripped her stomach out with her press on nails, and began eating the half-digested tamales-in-a-can we had fed laqueesha for dinner a few days before. after smearing the leftover stomach lining over her face and breasts, spragwa picked up all of the puppies we had to keep laqueesha occupied while we weren't there, and smashed each and every ones head against the cinder block wall screaming, "fuck the magic castle and princess peppermint!" over and over. she immediately began performing accupuncture to her head with tinker toys scattered about the basement creating a crown of sorts, and then impaled the puppy bodies on to each point. she ripped her clothes off, began eating her sweater thinking it was a hamburger, crouched on top of laqueeshas bloody body and began hitting her colon singing, "I've been working on the railroad.." she then heard scin arrive, when knocked her out of her trance, knocked on his door, and told him she was making lasagna tonight if he was interested. he wasn't. he made her leave, went to the gym, and told me this. we were terrified at what she had done, but also angry because she killed our gimp. i thought the best solution would be to ban her from this site because of the bad influences on here, so we did. i'm happy to say she is now doing great, but is in dire need of money. please send donations to spragwa c/o horatio. thats what really happened.
so last night, spragwa was slaving away at my dinner, as usual, when i decided to go to the gym and do a little indoor climbing. it was a tuesday night, so i knew my ass catching partner would be there. so i stop off for a red bull, then pull in, and am putting my shoes on and stretching my arms when i notice something strange in scin's little jacket made from fairy skin (not actual fairys, but gay people). i didn't want to be nosy, but i couldn't help but notice that it was blood and it seemed to be in the form of a note on the inside of his fairy coat. i was reaching for his coat, when i felt a little smack on my bottom, and scin whispered into my ear, "i'm glad you're here. i have some bad news.". i was thinking, "oh great. he's gonna stop putting out.", but we sat down and as he was explaining his situation, i became sick to the stomach. i could not imagine any human being as sick and twisted as that. it seems our dear spragwa has been stalking scin. in fact, she has been doing more than that. yesterday afternoon, scin arrived at his home and was about to post a joke about bedtime for bonzo being filled in with cement (the all time classic joke around here! cracks me up every time!), when he heard a knock at the back door. he opened the door and screamed at what he saw...spragwa standing at the front door, partially clothed in blood, fecal matter, and saliva, a sweater that appeared to be chewed apart and was barely hanging around her ankles, and a hat made of puppy carcasses. apparently, spragwa had gone in to scin's basement during the day, where we kept our token beating bitch laqueesha. spragwa had wanted to play candy land with laqueesha, but things went bad. laqueesha was winning. spragwa threw the game board in the air, tackled the bitch, ripped her stomach out with her press on nails, and began eating the half-digested tamales-in-a-can we had fed laqueesha for dinner a few days before. after smearing the leftover stomach lining over her face and breasts, spragwa picked up all of the puppies we had to keep laqueesha occupied while we weren't there, and smashed each and every ones head against the cinder block wall screaming, "fuck the magic castle and princess peppermint!" over and over. she immediately began performing accupuncture to her head with tinker toys scattered about the basement creating a crown of sorts, and then impaled the puppy bodies on to each point. she ripped her clothes off, began eating her sweater thinking it was a hamburger, crouched on top of laqueeshas bloody body and began hitting her colon singing, "I've been working on the railroad.." she then heard scin arrive, when knocked her out of her trance, knocked on his door, and told him she was making lasagna tonight if he was interested. he wasn't. he made her leave, went to the gym, and told me this. we were terrified at what she had done, but also angry because she killed our gimp. i thought the best solution would be to ban her from this site because of the bad influences on here, so we did. i'm happy to say she is now doing great, but is in dire need of money. please send donations to spragwa c/o horatio. thats what really happened.
Yo HO!! Just got me a code red and some funyons big dawg!!! SHIT YEAH! - Ray, excited about his breakfast
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You guys are so silly. What really happened was that Ho was so upset that his undying adoration of me blocked his mental capacity such that he is incapable of generating responses to my posts with me present. Instead, he has to go give SCIN a BJ dressed as garden gnome and then sit on the hood of SCIN's car while SCIN turns the radio off and on to shove the antenna up Ho's butt. THen run and hide in his office to create his frighteningly graphic masterpieces, like the one above. The second he sees me, his creative juices go to his head...if you know what I mean 
Jesus only knows that she tries too hard. She's only trying to keep the sky from falling.
-Everlast
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Bullshit. Complete fucking bullshit.
Here is what happened. Matt and I were at the gym for a bit. We were setting problems....hanging out, slapping high-fives and such. Matt had this great idea to duck into the secret kids club office and play this game. The game consisted of doing pull-ups on the edge of the door while trying to get the tickly feeling in our nuts. I couldn't strain hard enough so I put a harness on and strapped Matt to me. So there I was doing pull-ups on the edge of the door, naked, with Matt strapped to me, naked, and Spragwa walked in.
We immediately slammed the door on her and began to discuss the situation at hand. Matt decided that we would tell her we were trying to make a hot air balloon out of our bodies in order to fly to Hawaii. I found a spool of yarn in the baby items drawer and wrapped it around Matt's penis extremely tight until the head was the only thing showing. The big swollen purple penis head looked like chicken skin from being compressed so tightly. I drew eyes on the plump and swollen chicken skin and squeezed it sideways so it appeared to be talking. I tried tricking Spragwa by opening the door and showing her what I was doing. I made a voice while squeezing Matt's dick head and said "Spragwa, I saw them trying to fly to Hawaii". She closed the door frustrated.
I then took a long blade of grass and described to Matt my childhood. I told him how I used to go back into the woods while all the other kids were playing football and insert blades of grass into my urethra. Then I would dig a hole into the ground and have sex with this hole. Eventually, I would have a wonderful shivery feeling throughout my body followed by seminal fluid. This is the fucking truth Spragwa so don't fuck with me. I would have my friend Blah sit on my back. Just because we would strip down and get into cardboard boxes and shoot each other with BB guns doesn't mean we were gay. I once shot Matt with a BB gun and it did hit him in his testicle. At that moment, we both thought it was the most beautiful thing. His nut squigglies spilled out onto the ground like spaghetti and began to slither around like little worms looking for their playhole. I blew into those wonderful vas deferens and his left testicle inflated with air. It was at this time that I saw, in his beautiful eyes, the vision of a young man who just was not given the chance he deserved to be a true player in the world of myself.
Here is what happened. Matt and I were at the gym for a bit. We were setting problems....hanging out, slapping high-fives and such. Matt had this great idea to duck into the secret kids club office and play this game. The game consisted of doing pull-ups on the edge of the door while trying to get the tickly feeling in our nuts. I couldn't strain hard enough so I put a harness on and strapped Matt to me. So there I was doing pull-ups on the edge of the door, naked, with Matt strapped to me, naked, and Spragwa walked in.
We immediately slammed the door on her and began to discuss the situation at hand. Matt decided that we would tell her we were trying to make a hot air balloon out of our bodies in order to fly to Hawaii. I found a spool of yarn in the baby items drawer and wrapped it around Matt's penis extremely tight until the head was the only thing showing. The big swollen purple penis head looked like chicken skin from being compressed so tightly. I drew eyes on the plump and swollen chicken skin and squeezed it sideways so it appeared to be talking. I tried tricking Spragwa by opening the door and showing her what I was doing. I made a voice while squeezing Matt's dick head and said "Spragwa, I saw them trying to fly to Hawaii". She closed the door frustrated.
I then took a long blade of grass and described to Matt my childhood. I told him how I used to go back into the woods while all the other kids were playing football and insert blades of grass into my urethra. Then I would dig a hole into the ground and have sex with this hole. Eventually, I would have a wonderful shivery feeling throughout my body followed by seminal fluid. This is the fucking truth Spragwa so don't fuck with me. I would have my friend Blah sit on my back. Just because we would strip down and get into cardboard boxes and shoot each other with BB guns doesn't mean we were gay. I once shot Matt with a BB gun and it did hit him in his testicle. At that moment, we both thought it was the most beautiful thing. His nut squigglies spilled out onto the ground like spaghetti and began to slither around like little worms looking for their playhole. I blew into those wonderful vas deferens and his left testicle inflated with air. It was at this time that I saw, in his beautiful eyes, the vision of a young man who just was not given the chance he deserved to be a true player in the world of myself.
Yo Ray jack dynomite! Listen to my beat box! Bew ch ch pff BEW ch ch pfff! Sweet!
-Horatio
-Horatio