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Catwoman · 10-01-2004, 11:03 AM

Seems you can't please everyone:

Hello! You fine flabby-assed she-beast with a saggy clit that dangles between her legs like a pendulum on a Grandfather Clock. You're like a dating magician: you just have to leave the table in the restaurant to use the toilet, and your date disappears. You're beautiful!? You're the kind of pathological liar who even lies to an insult generator. Fuck off to China, you commie-sympathizing, coffee shop pseudo-Marxist fumbling fuckwit. You're pretty smart alright...for a grinning, drooling gimpzoid with a gaping hole in its head, you heteroclite example of why pregnant women shouldn't work with plutonium. You know what they say: average in height, average in bed. If your weight is proportional, how come the shadow of your ass weighs 50 pounds? Professional people are like legs: when they get to the top, they become asses. I like your outfit. It's amazing what you can do with a little imagination and a potato sack. I'd tell you to go fuck yourself and the horse you rode in on, but looking at that stupid grin on your face, I'd say you already have.

(thanks for that link stacey, made my day)

10-01-2004, 11:03 AM	#63
Catwoman stalking a Tom Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: on the edge of the english channel Posts: 1,000	Seems you can't please everyone: Hello! You fine flabby-assed she-beast with a saggy clit that dangles between her legs like a pendulum on a Grandfather Clock. You're like a dating magician: you just have to leave the table in the restaurant to use the toilet, and your date disappears. You're beautiful!? You're the kind of pathological liar who even lies to an insult generator. Fuck off to China, you commie-sympathizing, coffee shop pseudo-Marxist fumbling fuckwit. You're pretty smart alright...for a grinning, drooling gimpzoid with a gaping hole in its head, you heteroclite example of why pregnant women shouldn't work with plutonium. You know what they say: average in height, average in bed. If your weight is proportional, how come the shadow of your ass weighs 50 pounds? Professional people are like legs: when they get to the top, they become asses. I like your outfit. It's amazing what you can do with a little imagination and a potato sack. I'd tell you to go fuck yourself and the horse you rode in on, but looking at that stupid grin on your face, I'd say you already have. (thanks for that link stacey, made my day) __________________ I've decided I'm not going to have a signature anymore.