LOL damnOriginally Posted by Sinfix_15
I think the only comeback he can make to that is "stfu" XD
how do you know
LOL damn
I think the only comeback he can make to that is "stfu" XD
how do you know
I'm the funniest of all time....said no one ever.
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Never... Ever, date a chick with one year of psych, under her panties.
Ask me how I know...
Bitches be crazy..... gets worse when theyre armed with knowledge.
Has batshit crazy made it to the books yet?
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I thrive on caffineand HATE
of all time, I'd say halfbaked, speedmonkey, and thinkfast +others i can't recall
lately sammich has been pretty on-point haha
ECHO ECHO TELL US A STORY ABOUT HOW YOU KNOW!!
Just sit right backECHO ECHO TELL US A STORY ABOUT HOW YOU KNOW!!
And you'll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful trip,
That started from this tropic port,
Aboard this tiny car.
The mate was a mighty drivin' man,
The Scotsman brave and sure,
Five passengers took a drive that day,
For a three hour tour,
A three hour tour.
The weather started getting rough,
The tiny car was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The Miata would be lost.
The Miata would be lost.
The ship set ground on the shore
Of this uncharted desert isle
With Echonova,
The Scotsman too.
The millionaire
And his wife,
The movie star,
The professor and Roxie 911,
Here on Echonova's Isle.
(Ending verse)
So this is the tale of our castaways,
They're here for a long long time.
They'll have to make the best of things,
It's an uphill climb.
The first mate and his Scotsman too
Will do their very best,
To make the others comf'terble
In their tropic island nest.
No phone, no lights, only a Miata car,
Not a single luxury
Like Robinson Crusoe
It's primitive as can be.
So join us here each week my friends,
You're sure to get a smile,
From seven stranded castaways
Here on Echonova's Isle!
Well... I had a friend in my yout that attended Furman University. I loved visiting my friend because college bitches are free and the beer was cheap. As chance would have it I hooked up with this chick while doing a keg stand.
Classy I know.
But whatever... This chick was old enough to buy me liquor (I was underage at the time) and as I found out there nothing................... Nothing this chick wouldn't do in the bedroom.
I mean nothing............. But I digest. Who here really cares about ATM IRL? Nobody right?
So anyway, this chick has one year of pysch under her bra and thinks she knows everything about everyone, everywhere. After the first year you apparently learn you don't know jack shit... But this chick wasn't smart enough to make it that far.
So anyway, I don't care. I'm just visiting town and hitting that vag every chance I get. Until one night...
I am literally pounding this chicks asshole and she brings up the fact that I like it because I have repressed parental issues.
W
T
F
My parents were the parents ya'll get nostalgic for when you watch Nick At Night. I have no complaints when it comes to my childhood/how I was raised. Even looking back now...
But this chick doesn't know me other than my name and what my dick looks like on her forehead.
But whateve's... I like it because this chicks ass was 10x tighter than her pussy. Seriously.
Her snatch felt like fucking a lasagna. It was just weird.
So anyway... After placing 3,000,312,576 potential babies on her tits I tell her it's not a good idea we see each other anymore.
She does not take this news well.
I'll finish the story later... I gotta go.
Sorry, had to put in some overtime today. So where were we... Ah yes. I wiped my dick off on her sheets and left. Not really knowing what to make of the situation. She follows me out into the parking lot still butt-ass nude yelling about how she can "help" me...
I'm all like
wut? She proceeds to inform me that I have issues that is forcing me to push her away, and she is willing to help get through these issues because she's "learned how to deal with people like me"...
No bitch, you haven't.
So I asked how banging her ass meant I had repressed parental issues (whatever that is)? Her reply... The act of sodomy isn't really about the sex, it's a cry for help. Now this chick is truly starting to scare me.
No... I think I got the idea when you screamed "Fuck my ass you big dick bastard" during the pounding doggie style two days ago. Campus police shows up, I bounce. After the drive back home I arrive to 12 messages on my answering machine telling me how it's ok and she knows "just how to help me".
Anyway, to make a long story short... She made marriage counseling appointments for us.
W
T
F??????
Ah... Time to go again. Until next time.
Nice
So the "marriage counselor" calls me after "missing" our first appointment. I proceed to enlighten him on the real story, about us not being married and she was a casual fuck on the side when I was able to leave Atlanta. I will never forget the words spoken to me through that crackling telephone.
"Uh... We might be dealing with something I'm not equipped to handle."
Thanks for the tip champ.
She eventually found someone closer/bigger mark than me because after three weeks the phone calls stopped. There are times I think I should FB creep and see what that crazy bitch is up too. But for the life of me can't remember her name.
I wanna say Samantha. But I'm not sure that's not because every chick I've ever known named Samantha isn't bat-shit crazy. Even if that's right, still doesn't help with a last name though...
Never seen/heard of that movie. Perhaps I should rent it and masturbate to the good ole' days when the wife is out of town.
Or I could masturbate to youporn.com
Same difference right?
You'd probably like it. It's the movie version of the story you just told.
That doesn't sound like something I'd enjoy.
However this was nothing compared to the chick that stalked me.
Geez
Echo is like the dirty old geriatric I aspire to be when I hit that magic age just between not caring and senility.
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