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Hope'sMom

Barefooters

Jul 13, 2012

#521

Jul 13, 2012

#521

bathroom

theshortwhiteguy

Barefooters

Jul 15, 2012

#525

Jul 15, 2012

#525

infinity

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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.

7ships

Barefooters

Jul 16, 2012

#526

Jul 16, 2012

#526

Pine_pruning

7ships

Barefooters

Jul 16, 2012

#527

Jul 16, 2012

#527

Rods

bfsailor

Barefooters

Jul 16, 2012

#528

Jul 16, 2012

#528

tamale

7ships

Barefooters

Jul 16, 2012

#529

Jul 16, 2012

#529

Chicago

theshortwhiteguy

Barefooters

Jul 17, 2012

#530

Jul 17, 2012

#530

tantrums

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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.

The Ramzev

Chapter Presidents

Jul 17, 2012

#531

Jul 17, 2012

#531

scotch

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7ships

Barefooters

Jul 17, 2012

#532

Jul 17, 2012

#532

Salt

Hope'sMom

Barefooters

Jul 18, 2012

#533

Jul 18, 2012

#533

Pope

7ships

Barefooters

Jul 18, 2012

#534

Jul 18, 2012

#534

Empire

Hope'sMom

Barefooters

Jul 18, 2012

#535

Jul 18, 2012

#535

Evil

Zetti

Barefooters

Jul 18, 2012

#536

Jul 18, 2012

#536

ITBS

The Ramzev

Chapter Presidents

Jul 18, 2012

#537

Jul 18, 2012

#537

IT'sBS

theshortwhiteguy

Barefooters

Jul 18, 2012

#538

Jul 18, 2012

#538

pain

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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.