son of the isolated blurts thread!

Where's everybody goin?

I'm going shopping, and maybe for a Vita-C smoothie since I've been a VERY good girl.
 
yesterday, on the way up to a friends' place to run session 2.15 of my 4e game, we drove past a store we've visited in the past. the store had a sign on the side of the building:

20% off
rabbits & eggs.



it's an adult store.

ed
 
yesterday, on the way up to a friends' place to run session 2.15 of my 4e game, we drove past a store we've visited in the past. the store had a sign on the side of the building:

20% off
rabbits & eggs.



it's an adult store.

ed

And you stopped, right? :confused::D
 
And you stopped, right? :confused::D

Shopping is fun.

I took my bff into the big Adam and Eve warehouse down in St. Augustine FL the last time we were down yonder. She was just standing and staring at a big display of butt stuff. So I asked her, do you need me to explain anything--she turned beet red and said NO.

Then she found the blow up doll section and they had a blow up sheep. Now that she wanted explained, and admittedly--I just had nothin. It was extremely funny though. Of course we kept "baaa-ing" at each other the rest of the week.
 
Then she found the blow up doll section and they had a blow up sheep. Now that she wanted explained, and admittedly--I just had nothin. It was extremely funny though. Of course we kept "baaa-ing" at each other the rest of the week.

Adult stores can be fun, especially when you can get some mileage like this out of them! LOL :D
 
Shopping is fun.

I took my bff into the big Adam and Eve warehouse down in St. Augustine FL the last time we were down yonder. She was just standing and staring at a big display of butt stuff. So I asked her, do you need me to explain anything--she turned beet red and said NO.

Then she found the blow up doll section and they had a blow up sheep. Now that she wanted explained, and admittedly--I just had nothin. It was extremely funny though. Of course we kept "baaa-ing" at each other the rest of the week.

OK, I must be really innocent, naive, whatever...I cannot believe there are blowup sheep! :rolleyes:
 
It is amazing that vanilla folk are ever diagnosed with a disease considering the apparent causal relationship between BDSM and disease. What we we ignorant people learn next? Preach on brother! For fuck sake....

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You know I was looking at that thread today, and thought what great mad libs the last couple posts by that, um, person, would make. I couldn't find our old asshat mad lib thread though. :( I felt a resurrection coming on.

That one is seriously 10 lbs of crazy in a 5 lb sack. What is with all the vitriol? Why do they give a shit and why are they so angry about it? I just don't get it.
 
It is amazing that vanilla folk are ever diagnosed with a disease considering the apparent causal relationship between BDSM and disease. What we we ignorant people learn next? Preach on brother! For fuck sake....

Don'tfeedthetroll Don'tfeedthetroll Don'tfeedthetroll

You know I was looking at that thread today, and thought what great mad libs the last couple posts by that, um, person, would make. I couldn't find our old asshat mad lib thread though. :( I felt a resurrection coming on.

That one is seriously 10 lbs of crazy in a 5 lb sack. What is with all the vitriol? Why do they give a shit and why are they so angry about it? I just don't get it.

He has got to be doing this JUST to provoke people. Or he is insane. No other reason makes sense to me.

Mad Libs would be fun! Wasn't that Eilan's thread? I'm going to try to find it, too.


I have a theory, that this Quantum Jumping To Conclusions dude goes through periods of somewhat normal behavior, and then, perhaps due to some unresolved childhood issue has these bouts of marathon BDSM porn clip cravings.

These bound boob binges culminate in angry sessions of bash the bishop, where, keeping time with the crack of the caning he is witnessing via his media viewing device, he sweatily propels his wee peni into his slick grip, until he shamefully ejaculates onto his sweaty belly, grimacing and ham-fisting every drop out of the tip of his knobby-knob as the images of tied titties fade to black.

Then, while jizz is dribbling out of his belly button and drying in the tangly twists of his pubic hair, and in a funky state of self-loathing and shame, he posts his lunatic rants in that thread.

With cookies and browser cache cleared, he carries on as normal for a while, until he once again has to heed the call of his redtube login page, and the bookmarked clips of dungeon, sub, and master of bound boobage.


http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcdrwrJf3v1qzbs6po1_r3_500.jpg
 
Love, Happiness, and Anecdotes. Better known as Hatred, Misery, and ridiculous nonsense. Em and NM make it a better place to hang, though.



Hey, I think anyone can drop off some love, fun, or happiness there.

Share some sunshine. ;)
 
Love, Happiness, and Anecdotes. Better known as Hatred, Misery, and ridiculous nonsense. Em and NM make it a better place to hang, though.
Oh. I have that OP on iggy. Now I'm not so confused.
 
It's a troll petting zoo!


Maybe.


I find something both lamentable and compelling about the single-minded postings from this guy. I think he really believes that shit, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, and the fact that his observations are based on viewing porn, which as most know have little, if anything, in common with reality.

Also, read back through some of these objectively. Sometimes I see a lyrical beauty - juvenile in nature, granted - in these postings, amid the misinformation and arrant nonsense.

I don’t know, watching him bloviate about a subject that clearly, he has no strong comprehension of, is like witnessing the crazy-eyed lady on the subway with her battered shopping bag full of random treasures, shouting to anyone in earshot about the end of the world. You check yourself and make sure to not sit too close - certainly not within striking distance - and half listen as she bellows on. You’re somewhat relieved when your stop arrives (you always step off before these folks, because they ride until the end of the line), but inside you are a little sad, wish them well, and hope they will be okay, make it to wherever home is for them, and trudge through another day, their plastic bag of dumpster discoveries swinging at the end of their arm.
 
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