tvashtarkatena

Do you prefer dual or monopoints?

Hey, I was just wondering if you had any recommendations for weight training plateau prevention?

I make your day whenever I deign to urinate on your back. The attention rekindles your broken spirit.

You are a human dirt clod. Any time I wish, I briefly entertain myself by crushing you into sand.

I burn your village, sell your dumpy women to Arabs, and roast your dogs, and you are obliged to gift me with unleavened millet cakes, sweetened with wild honey.

You shuffle your wooden, manure caked clogs, eyes downward, drooling on your potato like fingers, awaiting my next command to jump. I blink: your jaw tightens. I lift my finger to brush one of my golden curls from my aristrocratic brow; you cow.

You worship me. You are my little serf. When I call, you come, dragging your hoe shaped stick.

I'd be interested in your insights regarding period training.

Body by Cube Monkey.

I've had better exchanges with empty soup cans.

I guess you're in too good a shape.

Didn't think so.

I thought I'd do some ice climbing instead this weekend. Wanna come along?

Just wanted to drop by to say that you suck donkey dicks at ten cents a herd.

God, I'm already bored with you again. Listening to the yappy dog next door is more engaging.

Hey, how's the Intermediate Climbing Course coming? Did you ever manage to pass that thing? I know there were "difficulties". If so, congratulations!

There is a group of people who tell themselves the same joke over and over again and laugh every time. Perhaps you can join them. After all, every baby is a gift from God.

The Tramp Stamp also gives one a prayer of getting it inbetween the right greasy rolls.

You haven't provided any new humor since your head first crowned from the ass of a monobrowed millet eater.

The nice thing about tattoos on an emo fat chick is that it provides a distraction from the smell of the jeans she hasn't washed since the New Millenium.

I've informed Mother that if she doesn't kindly die soon I'm going to have to do The Right Thing.

Perhaps someone wishing to study the effects of gamma radiation on lawn gnomes will shoot you towards the sun in a space capsule.

Yeah, we're all bustin' a gut over here, Macaca.

Our dog finally pooed after two days of straining, and it came out looking like your avatar.

Seasoned or raw?