Inappropriate Kisses

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Inappropriate Kisses
65 / Male
Cambodia, VN
Last Login: 4/30/2007

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Mar 30 2007 10:56 AM

Don't get a big CLIT
BAM~BAMBAM~BAM BAM~BAM

Mar 28 2007 12:09 PM

Hello there!!! I just realized that I have never posted anything on your page so I thought that I would!! Hi my name is Bam~Bam and I'm from the states! Sorry that I haven't tried to talk to you in so long but if there is anything that you would like to know about me just ask!
tom

Mar 21 2007 3:38 PM

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Mar 20 2007 9:21 AM

Yeah yeah, you know you gotta help me out, yeah yeah, don't you put me on the back burner.
tom

Mar 19 2007 11:04 PM

Yeah yeah, you know you gotta help me out, yeah yeah, don't you put me on the back burner.
tom

Mar 19 2007 10:48 PM

Yeah yeah, you know you gotta help me out, yeah yeah, don't you put me on the back burner.
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Mar 19 2007 1:10 PM

ORGASMS RECIPE

1 Immobilise your body.
2 Spread your legs.
3 Brainwash a gimp into thinking your vagina is his home.
4 Retrain the gimp to forget everything he has learned about size and scale.
5 Insert into the gimps mind a microchip that gives memories of nostalgic domestic joy,ala Sean Young in Blade Runner.
6 Position Gimp 2 feet away from your orifice.
THE RESULT
7 Permanent clitoral clattering
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Mar 19 2007 10:51 AM

You,you were supposed to be a monster,now I'm the fucking beast.There's blood on my hands,from what you made me do
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Mar 18 2007 10:44 PM

I'll fuck you right where you breathe..do you limit head to unrefined datsun backsteats...I wanna blatz physiological conventional wisdom,bestow on you 5000 erogenous zones,then panic attack penetrative jism to meet every target.I wanna dose you high on eastern aphrodisiac,kill every citizen in the world,wait 3 weeks for decomposure,then mould their gooey frames around my cock and watch you ferociously wade through it till you placate the urge.Rape my mind with fed delusions that my dead granny's priceless watch resides in your epicenter,then encourage me to smash past your lamb supreme topping knicker dwellers with my fingers,and rescue this item in the name of capital gain.
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Mar 17 2007 4:11 PM

I want to lick you from bottom to top,leaving no skin follicle untouched with a remnant of saliva.I want to swoop down on your nipple with my mouth,like an eagle descending mercilessly on a rabbit with 3 legs and an inept sense of orientation.I want to decorate that nipple,that pink nipple,in anticapatory saliva juice residing in my teeth.The remnants escaping their calcium suffused minature blocks with all the eagerness of the jews escaping Krakow when the Nazis fell.
I want to ram you up against the wall like hardened New York cop who suspects a street hood might pull a gun on him.I want to then insert my fingers inside you,with the eagerness of the New York Cop who wants inside the room thats just been tipped off to him by the hood.
I want to lovebite your labia so ferociously until it contains enough fissures to home a million vagrant ants all with demands of room privacy.
I want to secretly administer you mind altering drugs then make suggestive offers to you in your new suggestive mood.Offers such as offering to buy you a Milkshake to lick your clit,then once ive licked that to erosion,an offer to but you a new clit for a tongue garotte of your g spot.
I want to fuck you until you wither away into sawdust,then stick you back together again with my cum.Then fuck you until youre so finally exasperated that you take the new plastic clit with hard edges,and cut your new tough textured cummy frame into oblivion.
Anyway,what you watch on on tv last night,anything good ?
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Mar 17 2007 3:36 PM

Harry's smile,and tall lanky fucks nose.Again we must dwell on the question,altuism or retribution.Why would richard want to make this hitherto,ugly creature,a beautiful one,a beautiful one that would be able to strut his stuff,albeit confided to casket,at his funeral,and solicit the gazes of beautiful black clad women.Is it concievable Richard,like the last two victims,wanted to thank this man for raping his sister Rhianna,But Why would he.I hate to use expletives on an up until now,serious debate on the motivations of Richard,but was this girl really such a cunt that her own brother during his acts of understandable revenge,was affected with such a compulsion,that his couldnt govern his body to kill these men without bringing light into their lives at the moment of death.The next case would clearly indicate that this is the case.
Herbie,small guy,runt.The gimp of the gang.A completely unlikeable cokroach of a person,a man so bereft of any merit,that if you gave birth to it.You,while the midwives back's were turned,would hack off your own teat,chuck the offspring in the nearest trashcan,and try and pass the amputated mammary off as your own.Add onto this crimelist,the fact he raped Rhianna,and you have a devils child.So you can understand the confusion amongst crimonologists worldwife,in that Richard showed this despicable creature,love and compassion,before he despatched of him.Even so far as hugging him,and in one moment,telling him that his life would be spared.Again we can only regress to the speculation on what,and I hate to use this word,a cunt,his sister must have been.
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Mar 17 2007 3:34 PM

Dead Man's Shoes,remake,2045.Plot synopsis,replica of original,but an exchange in Anthony for Rhianna.Also some slight alterations in the modus operandi of Richard.
In brief,Richard is seeking an act of retribution,or altruism,for the rape of his Sister Rhianna
His Methods,as follows....Graffity suit guy,name not imoportant,a subservient foot soldier,however his role in raping the victim,unquestionable.Richard stuck an axe in the body.Retribution or altruism ? You decide.The axe was found lodged in the serotonin neurotransmitter of the brain,the chemical responsible for joy and happiness.The chances of the axe hitting that exact spot are 230 million to one.Its almost as if richard carefully selected it,and wanted to make the guy happy.The first sign of altruism on his behalf.However,why;this was his sister..it would be ludicrous to suggest he wanted to thank the man for helping rape her..or is it.
Next case.Sonny,bag over head,bullet to brain.The bag was placed in a fashion similar to the ways taught in BDSM.Also the bag was made of material which magnified any visual from the inside.Resting on the ceiling was an attached cinema screen playing Sonnys favourite movie,Bambi.Retribution or altruism.Could it just be a coincidence that Sonny died during a once in a lifetime blissful and unprecedented watching of Bambi,and that this his comrade,the previous victim,also died in similar joyous circumstances.
Next victim,tall lanky fuck.Name not known.Died from hard blow to nose.A force whos trajectory was believed to have been one of gradual elevation.Yet Richard was almost of equal height,which indicates he manipulated the blow meticulously.Why ? We must say that the victims nose was corrupted in such a way as to make him,in common parlance,a stunner.Most beauty experts would agree it was the perfect nose,That is is you were to manufacture the perfect face,then consesus is that Natalie Imbruglias eyes would be incorporated,Sophia Lorens Cheekbones,Debbie
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Mar 16 2007 11:21 PM

I'll be your plastic TOILET.Eating up the scum is the hardest thing for me to do........now thats sacrifice.
Punishment Divine

Mar 15 2007 3:33 PM

I heart you from Gambia, to the place that's most opposite Gambia.
XXX
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Mar 12 2007 9:08 AM

I'm not threatening you mate,it's beyond fucking words.I watched over you when you were asleep,and I looked at your neck, and I was that far away from slicing it.You're fucking there mate (places invisible insignificant creature into palm of hand and clenches fist).
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Mar 11 2007 6:49 PM

The velvour chair has been destroyed.Because it has become so closely associated with me in your mind and libido,I felt during a moment of relaxation on your behalf when all mental faculties are inclined to become lethargic,that you may try to hump a random velour chair in a local furniture store.I cant have anyone associated with me who's appeared on crimewatch with visual censored black squares replacing genitalia.
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Mar 11 2007 6:38 PM

Is that rubber duck the lower part of an earring belonging to your friend.The barely perceptible middle section that connects it to her lobe, resting in the air between you and her.It looks as though you want that naff yellow body accessory for yourself and you are deterring any potential resistance by scaring her with some naff looking and oddly shaped vampireesque fangs.Also deterring any civilian arrest from behind,by flashing your blistered arse cheeks.
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Mar 11 2007 6:25 PM

I own you by virtue of my sexual dexterity.One night with me and youd regress back to childlike state,sucking your thumb and craddled in your Mummys arms.Either that or leave to join a gypsy circus and travel for the rest of your life,anything to escape reality and what it has to offer,namely,orgasms.
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Mar 11 2007 6:14 PM

I own your emotions
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Mar 10 2007 10:50 PM

Do you recall an entity going by the name of Kappak.Anyway he strolled in tonight,wondering why the place was so desolate,where all the old regs had gone etc etc.Your name got a mention.What normally takes place thereafter is a polite questioning on how that particular person is getting on these days.However I pre empted all that by informing him that you recently had your vag stitched up...oddly enough, he didnt seem to want know anything about you then,not even the pithiest of details;I think maybe its because I didnt elaborate on why you had it done.A few moments later he was speculating to himself in a rambling disinterested fashion,about whether the vag assault was connected to born again christianity or something.Anyway nice to know that a new impression of you has been indellibly burned into his mind...thank me later
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Mar 10 2007 7:16 PM

Love's what I got Biatch...........Your picture mmmmm,well,something interests me about it.The arrangement,one common denominator,propulsion,of the wind kind.Yes I've noticed that everything in it,seems to be on the move.The door behind,in a starnge position,ajar more than the normal degree.Your associate next to you,looks as if her body is being swayed uncontrollably to one side.Your jeans,pulled down.Your hair has a faint visual trace of anarchy.My analysis...poltergeist.
But lets get to the point,its not the haunting itself thats the issue,its your vanity.Because as it clearly displays,even during this physical chaos,you have managed to utilize some flying pringles,to pump your lips comparable to that of angelina Jolie.And hold a duck without the indignity of situating your hands in positions where a real life ducks genitalia would be.Your fingers are evidently residing at the two more dignified extremes.
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Mar 10 2007 4:07 PM

What other Breakfast club elements enter into your mastubatory time? Any quotes? After you have squirted,do you crouch over to observe the contents, then look to the side towards an invisible Michael Anthony Hall,and inform him that all the food groups are represented ? If the climax is taking a prolonged length to arrive,do you find the nearest book on Monet,and tear it to shreds?
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Mar 10 2007 1:31 PM

I heard on the grapevine,a network whos source was reliant on an eye witness.That when you masturbate,the index finger belonging to the hand not in use,points in air and recreates an an ET scenario.Can you confirm these rumours ?
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Mar 9 2007 9:01 AM

One beat,two beat,three beat,sugar beat.Four beat,five beat,six beat,wheat-a-beat.Seven beat,eight beat,nine beat,heartbeat.My heartbeat,my heart is beating for you.
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Mar 8 2007 5:36 PM

Shitbowl