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enlarged enhanced penis photos. Ok, so here's a couple of true stories. 1) The other day (not that one but the other one) I walked into my fe-man cave dwelling, the box my surrogate government parents currently allow me to eek out some sort of post human existence in. It's still illegal to live here or anywhere on the books, since they technically own all land and every living and nonliving thing, they just don't enforce it yet. Anyway when I'm hanging around here normally my sense of smell adapts, perhaps because only a sudden change in smell is surprising enough for the brain to take notice. Anyway so I went outside into the nuclear fallout of the diseased world breathing outside air and walked back inside here. It was only then that my brain was alerted because the smell was so different from outside. It did not smell good, it did smell bad, and I had been smelling this all the time before I just didn't notice it was bad. The smell was only my own decay as a failed human, you know, unwashed dishes, failed semen, trash. But I came up with a description, "it smells like the pillsbury doughboy farted in here". But that's not the punchline, the smell itself was the punchline, because that description was so fitting. If you could smell it you would agree, and only then could I fully communicate the true essence of this story. Basically you had to smell it yourself, that was the funny part, the real part, one of the only real parts in my whole life. It smelled exactly like the pillsbury doughboy farted in there, I mean the company would probably pay me millions to capture the exact essence of their mascot's fart, I don't know how I did it. I mean it wasn't like a fart from Alf or, or... or um a ninja turtle or any other character, it was from THE pillsbury doughboy, the exact essence, a perfect match. Maybe I am the pillsbury doughboy. Sorry I don't feel like writing the other story now, it is about smells too. |
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Ok, so here's the other story. Well, I like to wear my underwear a few days in a row, because I don't like washing them. One day I took my man panties off to go take a bath, even though my failure can't wash off, and then it was time to either 1) put those same underwear back on or 2) get a new fresh pair. Well how was I going to decide which to do? I would do a smell test. It was... perhaps a brave decision, or maybe I just didn't think it through. I mean I don't have any friends so nobody would notice but I still change them occasionally. Anyway so I took the plunge and I smelled my own used underwear, and I have a problem where it's tricky to shake every last drop out after man peeing, so pee drops often get in my man panties. So anyway I smelled these. And it actually... smelled... ... spicy. Yes, spicy. I mean I had to just kind of look up wide eyed awhile after blinking rapidly. Now I know what lisa from the simpsons, one of my artificial friends, meant when she said "i can see through time". It was spicy, spicy! But I survived and I did get a new fresh pair. Thanks, please like subscribe and share on facebook and thumbs up this post. |
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i misread the title as enhanced potatoes |
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entangled pringles |
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two w m w posts here that could easily go into a greatest hits collection |
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Writing on xltronic is like writing something on the inside wall of an outhouse almost nobody uses, I hope there was some toiletpaper in there. Maybe smelling used underwear was what the funkmaster's "mistakes" poem was about, I'll have to contemplate this. I went past a high school and there was a graveyard right next to it, it was so fitting. They're both graveyards. |
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its educational, I read w M w posts to my son and warn him "this is how americans live" |
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But I think he's missing your intended meta lesson and is actually learning more from me than you, thus, in a way, I am his true father, like when Tim kidnapped the janitor's son in Tim and Eric's Billion Dollar Movie. |
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thank god w>M<w has that RS-422 to the outdoorplex |
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my son: father, is the american trying to own you online to salvage his sense of self worth rather than making worthwhile use of his time working towards universal health care, campaign finance reform, the reinstatement of glass-steagall, and an end to gerrymandering me: yes |
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huge balls |
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Epic do u know Robert Spridgeon? |
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Hey man, got a pair, first time in five years or so. Tech challenge IV og.... Yum. |
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Love the smell of my amonia-y briefs |
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I once wore the same pair of jeans for a year without washing them. I was depressed. I could funk up the story and go on, but it's quite sad really. |
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I make a small fortune just copy/pasting wMw posts and compiling them into "meta" eBooks to sell via Amazon with titles like "The Commands of Shame" |
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Great title, evokes PiL somehow |
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enhanced potatoes, entangled pringles. both of these could have come right out of my brain. i rather like hearing it out of someone else, but you may want to stop reading my fings before you get in too deep. ...engorged protons |
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