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MistressFreak
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Post subject: Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 12:24 pm |
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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.
He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddently a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisys. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occassion, due to the desire to be a man whore.
Since childhood, man-whoring had been a
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Rolan Colt
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Post subject: Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 9:30 pm |
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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.
He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddently a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisys. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occassion, due to the desire to be a man whore.
Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exceiting sport involving
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One-Winged_Angel
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Post subject: Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 10:11 pm |
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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.
He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddently a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisys. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occassion, due to the desire to be a man whore.
Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exceiting sport involving a will to
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JBMT
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Post subject: Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 10:51 pm |
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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.
He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.
Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle.
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Necromancer367
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Post subject: Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 12:26 am |
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Joined: Sat Jun 09, 2007 12:00 am Posts: 637 Location: Minot AFB, North Dakota
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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.
He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.
Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always
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Blubie
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Post subject: Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 2:49 am |
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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.
He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.
Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at
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BSMCG
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Post subject: Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 10:22 am |
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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.
He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.
Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things.
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Rolan Colt
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Post subject: Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 4:04 pm |
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Joined: Tue Jul 31, 2007 12:00 am Posts: 131
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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.
He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.
Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day
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BSMCG
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Post subject: Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 5:30 am |
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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.
He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.
Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day he had a
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Nikblade
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Post subject: Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 6:48 am |
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Joined: Tue Oct 10, 2006 12:00 am Posts: 1801 Location: The Island of Misfit Toys
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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.
He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.
Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day he had a particularly difficult client,
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BSMCG
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Post subject: Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 6:54 am |
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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.
He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.
Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day he had a particularly difficult client, who would not
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Nikblade
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Post subject: Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 6:57 am |
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Joined: Tue Oct 10, 2006 12:00 am Posts: 1801 Location: The Island of Misfit Toys
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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.
He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.
Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day he had a particularly difficult client, who would not, despite INTENSE encouragement,
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BSMCG
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Post subject: Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 7:07 am |
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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.
He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.
Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day he had a particularly difficult client, who would not, despite INTENSE encouragement, agree to work
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JBMT
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Post subject: Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 7:39 am |
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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.
He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM! There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.
Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day he had a particularly difficult client, who would not, despite INTENSE encouragement, agree to work with the he-cow.
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BSMCG
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Post subject: Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 8:11 am |
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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.
He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM! There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.
Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day he had a particularly difficult client, who would not, despite INTENSE encouragement, agree to work with the he-cow. The He-Cow is
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