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bfsailor

Barefooters

Jul 11, 2012

#503

Jul 11, 2012

#503

margarita

theshortwhiteguy

Barefooters

Jul 11, 2012

#504

Jul 11, 2012

#504

Ville

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Details of my life are quite inconsequential...
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy.
My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
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 twelve 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 highly suggest you try it.

BFwillie_g

Barefooters

Jul 11, 2012

#505

Jul 11, 2012

#505

what?

BFwillie_g

Barefooters

Jul 11, 2012

#506

Jul 11, 2012

#506

you're not suppposed to 'splain it, dude - just react to my word ...

what?

BFwillie_g

Barefooters

Jul 11, 2012

#507

Jul 11, 2012

#507

knowledge

Hope'sMom

Barefooters

Jul 11, 2012

#508

Jul 11, 2012

#508

wisdom

Hope'sMom

Barefooters

Jul 12, 2012

#509

Jul 12, 2012

#509

lollipop

MicheleStitches

Barefooters

Jul 12, 2012

#510

Jul 12, 2012

#510

Sucker

BFwillie_g

Barefooters

Jul 12, 2012

#511

Jul 12, 2012

#511

born

theshortwhiteguy

Barefooters

Jul 12, 2012

#512

Jul 12, 2012

#512

Zombies

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Details of my life are quite inconsequential...
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy.
My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
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 twelve 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 highly suggest you try it.