You live in tents.
I own a 500 room mansion.
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the only thing you own is yourself, in every thread you make. The only thing you have of value is the 3 seconds that you take from all of our lives just by existing.Comment
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ewil jawa = shut the fuck up
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so i was fucking this guy in the ass lastnight, and i figured id be nice and give him a reach around when he tried to kiss me, i jumped back and said "dude, are you gay?"Comment
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Why, can't afford a runway?Originally posted by Evil JawaI = land my Leer Jet on a front lawn.
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A tent? We used to DREAM of living in a tent! Would have been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us.Originally posted by Evil JawaYou live in tents.Comment
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You were lucky! There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.Originally posted by volanteA tent? We used to DREAM of living in a tent! Would have been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us.Comment
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You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!Originally posted by volanteAye, a cardboard box.Comment
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Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!Originally posted by volanteYou were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!Comment
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Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.Originally posted by volanteLuxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!Comment
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Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."Originally posted by volanteWell we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.Comment
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But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe yaOriginally posted by volanteRight. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."Comment
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Still whoring for NichePay, loser ?Originally posted by NichePay - StuartDthe only thing you own is yourself, in every thread you make. The only thing you have of value is the 3 seconds that you take from all of our lives just by existing.
I'll give you $10 bucks to put "Evil-J owns my ass" in your sig.
EVIL-J,
RETIRED AND SIPPING BOURBON.Comment

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