BEST ACTOR
by Nathan Joyce
I have never felt more loved than when I was announced the recipient of this years Best Actor Academy Award. The love was everywhere: in the pearly white teeth of the thousands of beautiful, sexy women applauding me; in the begrudging grins and wry head-shaking of my fellow male thespians; even the love of the home audience reached me through...
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by Nathan Joyce
I have never felt more loved than when I was announced the recipient of this years Best Actor Academy Award. The love was everywhere: in the pearly white teeth of the thousands of beautiful, sexy women applauding me; in the begrudging grins and wry head-shaking of my fellow male thespians; even the love of the home audience reached me through...
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Boomboomboom.
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arsmoriendi:
The husk of a dried viperfish?
Or Patton's pimptino face on my arse?
Or Patton's pimptino face on my arse?
The Typical Australian Christmas
Ingredients:
a barbeques
flies
barbeque chef wearing a "humourous" apron
beer
presents carefully wrapped and hastily opened
steak, chops, sausages
a salad that nobody eats
awkward conversations with your relatives
How was everyone's Christmas?
I scored an iPod, some dinnerware, a desk fan. I didn't get that publishing deal I was hoping for but there's always time.
Ingredients:
a barbeques
flies
barbeque chef wearing a "humourous" apron
beer
presents carefully wrapped and hastily opened
steak, chops, sausages
a salad that nobody eats
awkward conversations with your relatives
How was everyone's Christmas?
I scored an iPod, some dinnerware, a desk fan. I didn't get that publishing deal I was hoping for but there's always time.
Sorry I didn't show up at the Depot. I thought it was the 19th. Was the date changed, or am I scattier than I presupposed?
Music: Arcade Fire's Tunnels. The chord progression alone gives me a lump in my throat.
Music: Arcade Fire's Tunnels. The chord progression alone gives me a lump in my throat.
There's an advertisement on TV with a group of jolly butchers dancing and singing a la the hare krishnas, promoting beef or pork or something. Abattoir irony lives!
Have written a poem... Ode to Childhood (Monkey Bars):
School boy sweat>
clothesline for kids>
ADDH-ridden squirts of cum, ovum>
uniformly swinging to futures>
replete with squirts of cum, menstrual blood>
dangling now>
with sun in their...
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Have written a poem... Ode to Childhood (Monkey Bars):
School boy sweat>
clothesline for kids>
ADDH-ridden squirts of cum, ovum>
uniformly swinging to futures>
replete with squirts of cum, menstrual blood>
dangling now>
with sun in their...
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arsmoriendi:
C'est moi.
Monster of a headache descends upon me. Someone's having a joke at my expense. Got chatting on MSN to Gigileigh on MSN but she left before I could tie her up.
aaronsrod:
hey what happend to you last night mate, we missed you
arsmoriendi:
dut6
Super Furry Animals are the greatest band in the world.
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aaronsrod:
we'll have to argue that one over a couple of frothy chops at the chrissy hookup 
damnation_game:
hell no nine inch nails rule over all! hehewith the support of fear factory 
Its time to shoot another one
This girl is creamy thighs
And moon smiles
You uncap the lens
With other men watching
From all sides
You feel the heat of her
Melting your thick candle
Down go her knickers
She has no bush
She wears a practiced
Open-mouthed sex face
First are the breast shots
Small nubs of flesh
She rubs them
Licks the tip...
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This girl is creamy thighs
And moon smiles
You uncap the lens
With other men watching
From all sides
You feel the heat of her
Melting your thick candle
Down go her knickers
She has no bush
She wears a practiced
Open-mouthed sex face
First are the breast shots
Small nubs of flesh
She rubs them
Licks the tip...
Read More
aaronsrod:
welcome to the site fellow brissneylander, come and meet the rest of your fellow brissy SGers at the chrisy hookup see SGAU for the details.
In retrospect, it's a piece of shit that deserved even less.