Hey fuckers..

**dexterdog** · 11-17-2012, 12:25 PM

Originally Posted by Stinkfist

The details of my life are quite inconsequential.

Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

I haven't got a fucking clue what you just said, but I laughed my ass off anyway...

**Tom Doyers** · 11-17-2012, 01:17 PM

Originally Posted by FlaFlaFlunkie

Manhattan.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uG3-ZE4sb3M

Haha. Nice detective work.

That bus that passes is a midtown to bronx express bus so this is probably along Madison Ave somewhere.

**Yosemite Sam** · 11-17-2012, 01:26 PM

Originally Posted by nazdrowie

are you saying that I look younger than my real age?

**Phil A Sheo** · 11-17-2012, 01:44 PM

I also enjoy dancing

**BrulesRules** · 11-17-2012, 01:50 PM

Originally Posted by dexterdog

I haven't got a fucking clue what you just said, but I laughed my ass off anyway...

**Vashier** · 11-17-2012, 02:24 PM

Originally Posted by Tom Doyers

Haha. Nice detective work.

That bus that passes is a midtown to bronx express bus so this is probably along Madison Ave somewhere.

http://www.mta.info/busco/schedules/bxm9cur.pdf

**DlistCelebutard** · 11-17-2012, 02:45 PM

I married a multi billionaire b/c I constantly made everything about "him". I finally got him to marry me b/c the doorman snubbed me and I guilted him into it..I finally convinced him that blow jobs are demeaning to woman (score one for me!!!), I shop too much and attend vapid Hamptons events b/c my life is so unfulfilling..I wanted a baby but I can't seem to get to his condoms to prick holes b/c he doesn't trust me..and having sex with him is horrific. Once I hit the 10 yr marriage mark and get the big payout, I'm leaving his ass for a dude named Nacho.

Oh wait, that isn't me...