new how now brown cow (bloom where you are planted) ?

Jul 03

new how now brown cow (bloom where you are planted) ?

Posted by enid on

I forgot the original title. How Now Brown Cow (Bloom Where You Are Planted)? I think it is right. Can we have a new one?

Only, some stipulations. Let's not discuss how horny we are about the strokes, how hot they are, how much we want to feel their genitals, etc. ever in this thread

old members let's update ourselves

i am in college. it is cool. it is summer break, however, and i am bored a lot.

how are you?

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staple's alright but he's a kid. or was a kid. it's been 4 years since i've looked on that site.

neway cool website. i remember when cudnylon (or was it someone else) posted that pic of some chick, clearly underage (but so was he) giving him a blowjob while palying gamecube. that site was insane but oddly enough not as insane as teh strokes mb.

badhat (chris) is my hero.

i miss the smackdown crew.

[quote="miss thing"][quote="HeManEarMuffs"]hipinion sucks nowadays[/quote]

they made staple a mod. that's what killed the place. and 31g. fuck 31g. that stupid spamming idiot.[/quote]

eh

staple isn't that bad.... lots of interesting people really just stopped posting

oh well at least waldojeffers posts still

[quote="HeManEarMuffs"]hipinion sucks nowadays[/quote]

they made staple a mod. that's what killed the place. and 31g. fuck 31g. that stupid spamming idiot.

hipinion sucks nowadays

what is this?!!!
I seriously don't understand it, wasn't about how horny was this girl who started it?

what is that weitd ooompa lompa blood man thng? ahahahaaaaa

ugghhh, i should back out of wednesday night

fuck mom i don't want to move back in with you. (again)

:x

Oww. I love fanfiction.

shit man,

new rule: drunk boarding

People born in 1990 are now 18 years old. I remember 1990!

-It-

Blows my mind.

shiiiittt me i dont like this new forum :|

i only posted on here cos this is the only thing that kind of resembles the old forum back in the day
hahhaa
when i was like 12 but yeh whateverrrr 8-)

now that i know i'm preggers i can stop eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches out of fear that i might have stomach cancer.

How long has it been since then?
We're even now and its been that way-
How long has it been since then?
She's leaving now.
But she'll be back tonight.
How long has it been since then?
Youre see-through now.
But you've been that way-
How long has it been since then?

I threw half away.
Lay Low.
You're gonna be o.k.
Lay Low.

I threw half away.
Lay Low.
You're gonna be o.k.
Lay Low.
Lay Low.

How long has it been since then?
We're even now and its been that way-
How long has it been since then?
She's leaving now.
But she'll be back tonight.
How long has it been since then?
Youre see-through now.
But you've been that way-
How long has it been since then?

I threw half away.
Lay Low.
You're gonna be o.k.
Lay Low.

I threw half away.
Lay Low.
You're gonna be o.k.
Lay Low.
Lay Low.

Back when these threads were popular and I had an odder emotional attachment to the internet, the girl who originally started these threads said she didn't like me. This succeeded in keeping me from posting in them.

-Viv(Now I'm 23 and I can't remember her name and I have absolutely no reason not to crap up this thread.)

this is easily, the weirdest thread ever.

[quote="knowing you"]I assume the lance is responsible for the wound, yes?[/quote]
:lol:

oh my god that title gave me a headache

But of course it is, it's also her Secret

[img]http://www.personaldemocracy.com/files/Picture%204-3.png[/img]

When only Sir Bowie remained, Rufus stopped playing abruptly.
"What the fuck did you do that for?! Are you insane?"
"Hush, my child. Care to join me in a back bedroom?"
"What makes you think I'd be interested in that?"
Bowie looked down towards Rufus's lap.
"Well, my attentions seem to have got the desired response."
"Save your poison for a lover who is on your side."
"Oh, but I am, my darling. Don't you recall the summer five years
past? You were newly arrived in London. On your first night you went
to a tavern in Vauxhall. Walking home, you met a robber baron. He
called himself Ziggy Stardust. He took your virginity and a gold watch
your father had given you."
Pleased with Rufus's reaction, Bowie continued.
"A few years later, you were at a garden party in Covent Garden. You
were approached by a thin white duke. Drunk, you begged him to 'fuck
you til you broke in half'. He couldn't quite oblige, but he did his
best for three hours."

I assume the lance is responsible for the wound, yes?

Johnny was thrusting into Lord Morrissey frantically now, the latter's
moans stifled by a lace handkerchief of Angie's that Johnny had
stuffed into his mouth. The blue eyes were crazed, tiny red veins
accentuating them. Johnny's floppy hair was lank with sweat and his
breath was starting to come in short little gasps. Lord Morrissey's
imperious quiff was dripping and falling into his face. The moonlight
from another window illuminated each sinew and joint, making them look
like an ancient Greek sculpture come to life.

I sat at the table with my legs spread, the heels of my boots nailed to the floor and my sex visible to all. Roberto approached the chair and pointed the lit candle towards my pubic area to illuminate it. As he rolled the joint, he glanced back and forth from the fragrant grass to my Secret. His eyes were glistening.
"Touch yourself," he commanded me. I slowly slipped a finger in my wound, and he stopped working on the joint, yielding to the sight of my sex.
Someone approached from behind. He kissed my shoulders, took me in his arms, and jammed me against his body, trying to enter me with his lance. I was disarmed. My eyes downcast and lifeless. I didn't want to look.
"Hey hey, no," said Pino. "We talked about this before. Nobody penetrates her tonight."

now that's what i call bedtime reading.

why are all these new people prudes and demanding that everything be deleted?