I can't wait to freak, see you at the same time next week
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
the internet is zo lek als een zeef
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
people are reading this conversation as we type it!
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
well
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
at least they could if they would be interested
Endless Audacity *It's so sad you just have to laugh* zegt:
wow, they must be bored
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
I am a danger to world peace
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
let's try something
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
"axis of evil" "fuck america" "go allah"
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
voila
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
that should get their attention
Endless Audacity *It's so sad you just have to laugh* zegt:
"anal sex with children"
Endless Audacity *It's so sad you just have to laugh* zegt:
if I get fired tomorrow , your theory is proven
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
hehehehe
I am thoroughly convinced there is an odd cult of nightstore owners that has made Lier its centre. There are by now at least 4 nightstores in Lier that I know of. The original one was about 10 minutes walk from here and was originally run by two brothers, until the elder one killed the younger and after that another one opened up so I never went there again.
The newer nightstore was only a 5 minute walk, and was run by a rather large friendly man. A very friendly man. He was always so cheerful and would ask how I was doing and compliment my dog (this was back when I still walked it and sometimes took it places, but its repeated jumping on cash registers and peeing against windows forced me to abandon this) and he would always offer me a drink in his private quarters, which I always politely declined. He just seemed like a very friendly little man who was happy someone understood his English.
Then he tricked my brother into giving him my cellphone number (it's rather easy to trick my brother, he claimed we went to school together, which just doesn't make all that much sense) and he called me practically every day, inviting me over for drinks. To make matters worse, he then began to take the same bus as me, and he would always sit very close to me. After having rejected his advanced for about 3 months, he turned the nightstore over to someone else (no, I'm not big-headed enough to claim these two events are related) and a new one opened up, this one only a 2 minute walk away. Yes, they're all in the same street, practically next to each other, I never got it either.
The new nightstore was run by a Pakistan man, with very bad hairplugs. The kind that look like plastic pins stuck in the skull. He was also a very nice man. So nice that he managed to grope me halfway up the arm and rub it all the way down whenever he handed me my change. He would also find things to compliment, though the dog was not an option, since by now I no longer let him accompany me.
After a while this man also gave up the nightstore business and it was taken over by another large man, who was very civil at first, but after a while began the same 'grope and return money' bit. I could almost believe it's a cultural thing, except that this one would always very ostentatively wave his pink bracelet that you could get at Navigaytion and other places alike, in my face. Only when I was the only customer though. He would also comment on my jeans, as in, snug.
Getting a bit tired of it, I gave the second nightstore another try, meanwhile taken over by another man. I don't even need to say what started happening shortly after :p
It's a cult. A cult of gay nightstore owners that for some reason all come to Lier to pick up men with promises of free Wodka. There is no other explanation. Then the good news: the latest one is , while far from attractive, a huge step forward.
I am eagerly awaiting his replacement.
Boy Toy of the Blog is another Jiri. Or possibly the same one with a silly cap on. Whatever.
Pamela Anderson, despite having no apparant job, is in the 'news' a lot lately. She also took off her clothes a lot lately. And by lately, I mean since she turned 16, in 1925, when the world was just revovering from the First Great War, as Pam calls it. Here she is wearing a 'dress' and we wonder why she bothered. A quick shot of her rubbing lotion all over herself. There's a ton of pictures with her rubbing and rubbing, but really, there's not a straight person who reads this stuff and I've never heard a lesbian proclaim Pamela Anderson a hottie. And here she is in a bikini, (traumatizing) playing with her kids. Nice funbags mommy!
the internet is zo lek als een zeef
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
people are reading this conversation as we type it!
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
well
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
at least they could if they would be interested
Endless Audacity *It's so sad you just have to laugh* zegt:
wow, they must be bored
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
I am a danger to world peace
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
let's try something
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
"axis of evil" "fuck america" "go allah"
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
voila
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
that should get their attention
Endless Audacity *It's so sad you just have to laugh* zegt:
"anal sex with children"
Endless Audacity *It's so sad you just have to laugh* zegt:
if I get fired tomorrow , your theory is proven
K_x (dirty numb angel boy - Drink the six mile water) zegt:
hehehehe
I am thoroughly convinced there is an odd cult of nightstore owners that has made Lier its centre. There are by now at least 4 nightstores in Lier that I know of. The original one was about 10 minutes walk from here and was originally run by two brothers, until the elder one killed the younger and after that another one opened up so I never went there again.
The newer nightstore was only a 5 minute walk, and was run by a rather large friendly man. A very friendly man. He was always so cheerful and would ask how I was doing and compliment my dog (this was back when I still walked it and sometimes took it places, but its repeated jumping on cash registers and peeing against windows forced me to abandon this) and he would always offer me a drink in his private quarters, which I always politely declined. He just seemed like a very friendly little man who was happy someone understood his English.
Then he tricked my brother into giving him my cellphone number (it's rather easy to trick my brother, he claimed we went to school together, which just doesn't make all that much sense) and he called me practically every day, inviting me over for drinks. To make matters worse, he then began to take the same bus as me, and he would always sit very close to me. After having rejected his advanced for about 3 months, he turned the nightstore over to someone else (no, I'm not big-headed enough to claim these two events are related) and a new one opened up, this one only a 2 minute walk away. Yes, they're all in the same street, practically next to each other, I never got it either.
The new nightstore was run by a Pakistan man, with very bad hairplugs. The kind that look like plastic pins stuck in the skull. He was also a very nice man. So nice that he managed to grope me halfway up the arm and rub it all the way down whenever he handed me my change. He would also find things to compliment, though the dog was not an option, since by now I no longer let him accompany me.
After a while this man also gave up the nightstore business and it was taken over by another large man, who was very civil at first, but after a while began the same 'grope and return money' bit. I could almost believe it's a cultural thing, except that this one would always very ostentatively wave his pink bracelet that you could get at Navigaytion and other places alike, in my face. Only when I was the only customer though. He would also comment on my jeans, as in, snug.
Getting a bit tired of it, I gave the second nightstore another try, meanwhile taken over by another man. I don't even need to say what started happening shortly after :p
It's a cult. A cult of gay nightstore owners that for some reason all come to Lier to pick up men with promises of free Wodka. There is no other explanation. Then the good news: the latest one is , while far from attractive, a huge step forward.
I am eagerly awaiting his replacement.
Boy Toy of the Blog is another Jiri. Or possibly the same one with a silly cap on. Whatever.
Pamela Anderson, despite having no apparant job, is in the 'news' a lot lately. She also took off her clothes a lot lately. And by lately, I mean since she turned 16, in 1925, when the world was just revovering from the First Great War, as Pam calls it. Here she is wearing a 'dress' and we wonder why she bothered. A quick shot of her rubbing lotion all over herself. There's a ton of pictures with her rubbing and rubbing, but really, there's not a straight person who reads this stuff and I've never heard a lesbian proclaim Pamela Anderson a hottie. And here she is in a bikini, (traumatizing) playing with her kids. Nice funbags mommy!
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