TILL THE NIGHT CLOSES IN.

I feel i can almost make mo pregnant using my mind and visualizing the long journey into her vagina

*opens audio recording program*

Me: Hmm, let's try this one...

*software instrument patch fails to load*

Me: Ooook, and again...

*fails second time*

Me: Well what the magnificent fuck is...
SIP: Fuck are you doin?
Me: Uh, I am attempting to try this instrument patch out.
SIP: And how's that going?
Me: I'm guessing you already know.
SIP: *smirks and giggles*
Me: Smart ass. Are you gonna work now?
SIP: *yawns*
Me: Jesus fucking CHRIST!
SIP: Do you even know what you're doing?
Me: What the FUCK is this?? You're software! Fuck off and work already!!
SIP: Simp...
Me: How... what the... What?!?!
SIP: You heard me.
Me: Uh, NO! I didn't! Because there's nothing to HEAR! You're fucking SOFTWARE!!
In a recording program!! INANIMATE! You get it??
SIP: Looks like you're not "getting" it. *chuckles*
Me: *looks away towards wall in absolute disbelief*
SIP: So, you zoning out now?
Me: I NEED YOU TO FUCKING WORK ALFUCKINGREADY!!! OKAAAY???
SIP: Why don't you go eat another ham sandwich?
Me: Why don't I... what, I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY HAM!!
SIP: Amateur.
Me: *turns head slightly and begins to twitch in rage*
SIP: *shakes head in smugness*
Me: Look, I'm gonna close the program, reopen and you better fucking WORK. Got it?
SIP: *silence*
Me: GOT IT???
SIP: Why are you barefoot?
Me: OK, say goodnight you impossible prick!

*quits program... reopens program*

Me: Nooooooow.

*retries software instrument patch*

*fails yet again*

Me: Uuurrrgggghhhh.....
SIP: Miss me?
Me: *combusts*


; )

*plops an instrument patch into the Casio FZ-1's floppy drive, shrugs*

I'd be completely LOST trying to operate the actual outboard gear.
I can barely squeak by using the software stuff. : (

Just use the presets like everyone else.

Nobody famous ever actually programmed the DX-7.

#TheMoreYouKnow

@0:40 shhhhh

Never heard of this Cardi B chick before she got owned by Candace Owens.

Count your EVERY Cardi-B-free moment as a precious victory!

Two things:

1) If you're not adding bacon to your milkshakes are you really, truly living?
2) What kind of toe-headed retard carpets a kitchen. A fucking KIT-CHEN.

*sigh*

"If I were the voting kind, Trump could be in a coma and I'd STILL
vote for him over all that other riff-raff!"

Me and my dog are cholo tweekers deeply in love with Annie
Its nice when she pats our noggin and has us eating her biscuits

Whenever I hear the word "flotilla" [flow-TILL-uh] I can't help but to picture
a tortilla rockin' a mic in my head... Flat, not rolled up. Hard, I know. Gangsta even.

Bearing in mind that a lot of Brits pronounce tortilla as 'tor-TILL-uh'.
Yeah, I know, blasphemy. But it has seeped into my consciousness. Not dope.
Not dope at all. : (

(09-11-2020, 02:22 PM)Guest Wrote: Me and my dog are cholo tweekers

PLEASE write that story!! And post it here on the forum!!

Hey mo do you think when a mans penis goes inside a lady their souls merge ?
And does that happen with two guys and the bumhole ?

Our "souls merge" with everyone we come into any kinda contact with, which is why being out in public can be so nasty.

Just being real.

As for sex, I mean...

The more intimate the experience, the more merging takes place.

"I dunno man, these unskippable YT ads feel a little like rape to me..."

Well shit, somebody had to say it!

"Fake it 'til you make it" seems laced with negativity and self-sabotage.
I prefer "Be it 'til you see it." Much more positive.