Everything posted by eviltrailer77
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SMASH OR TRASH?
Seconded on the trash, also super smash girl Mercer posted.
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random thots
It wasn't That Ho Over There, it was just a fonetik way to spell it.
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gun thread
Revolvers make sense for some people. People who lack the hand strength, or have degraded dexterity, like the old or handicapped. The manual of arms is much simpler. Wheel guns are pretty fun too, especially like an old school cowboy action hog leg.
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Great Moments in 12oz History
Ghost attachments! That shit was always so random and unrelated to the post. The whole Gennifer drama was pretty funny.
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What are you doing RIGHT NOW.
Oregon is so awesome, enjoying the trec north. Good beer, good food, and good company.
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SMASH OR TRASH?
Gawddamn man, this is the shit of nightmares. The fact that she looks like the fucking joker is just the tip of the iceberg here. Those super hairy thighs, roast beef curtains of doom and stab-wound scars are just icing on the trash cake man.
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The Nonsense thread
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I am in your debt man. It might have been the last couple weeks catching up, but it worked for me. I closed my eyes and then it was morning.- The Nonsense thread
- gun thread
Meh, it was going to happen here soon anyway, moving and all, but my asshat of a boss found out I was planning on leaving and "laid me off" I was going to wait up till the last day the go Jerry Maguire on him make a huge scene and quit. Anyway, to keep the thread moving... Recent acquisition... Colt model 80, the wife shot one that belongs to a friend at the range and went out and got her one the next day. For what she spent, she could have got more gun, but hey it's her money and it's what she wanted.- What are you doing RIGHT NOW.
Next time you tell somebody about that little mix, you might want to warn them. I took my dosage about an hour before I wanted to go to bed, 30 min later I was like a fucking darted rhino. Slept for a solid 10 hours, good looking out man.- What are you doing RIGHT NOW.
Originally it was Whidbey, but she picked up and lost those orders, now it's "needs of the Navy" somewhere up there, won't know for sure till her promotion is fully processed here in about 2 weeks. I will keep you in mind man, I appreciate it. Just know that I'm not going to do anything stupid, I just need to vent here and there. It IS worse when I'm drinking, and I know it, but fuck man, I gotta get to sleep somehow. For now, I'm just trying to ride out the next month or so, and when we get up there, I'm going to try to get tri-care to give me a doc out in town, so I don't have to "take some Motrin, hydrate, and change my socks". Normally I'm pretty good at holding it all together but I am stretched pretty thin right now. The wife is doing senior leadership indoc, so I'm doing everything here by myself and I don't even know where we are gonna land, smfh. As for the weather, I am from nor cal, fog and drizzle make me all warm and fuzzy inside. I'm actually looking forward to it.- What are you doing RIGHT NOW.
I have been better. Life has a way of throwing you some shitty curveballs. I'm in the middle of packing everything up and moving to WA (the Wife is PCS'ing). In the midst of all that chaos some shit I didn't process or deal with at the time is bubbling up to the surface, demanding it be dealt with now. I haven't slep more than a few hours a nite for weeks. Even then it's more passing out than sleeping. The VA here can't even get me in for a referral for at least 4-5 weeks, but by then I'm gonna be in WA. The Navy Docs just want to put me on Klonopin and send me to AA meetings, so I'm kinda in a shitty place man.- What are you doing RIGHT NOW.
@ Fist, Power tools pay for themselves eventually, do it. I'm selfmedicating, trying to keep it together.- gun thread
I'm here man, been doing grown man shit. Outta work again so, my schedule has... uh... Opened up as it were.- The last person to reply to this thread... 2.0
Nah son, that's just sloppy- SMASH OR TRASH?
Smash in the back of the minivan, while her kid is at soccer practice.- What are you doing RIGHT NOW.
Roller coaster floors and wavy walls, oh yeah. You really hooked me up on this shit man. I will provide "after" pics when it's done. I had to quit for the night tho, my knees are on fire.- What are you doing RIGHT NOW.
At this point I'm about to just call a carpenter and have them trim it out, it is looking to be beyond my skill level. And watching vids of Norm Abrams do it is just making me more pissed at my lack of skills. Edit: CIL came thru with the Jedi like guidance! I'm off to Home Depot!- The Nonsense thread
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Put up some breadboards in the dining room, now the trim is kicking my ass, help Cilone-Kenobi, you're my only hope!- ⚠️ GAME: True or False
True, Señor Seat may be a troll, but he is our troll. TPBM is going to blow their tax return on trivial shit, because fuck it.- The Nonsense thread
Somebody's dreaming of a white Christmas- The Nonsense thread
- The Nonsense thread
"Your mother jerks off pigs. She gets down on her knees and crawls through the pigpiss mud slop and snuggles up to the pig, her fingers tracing along it's belly until she finds it's cock. She begins tugging and stroking as her twat moistens, her breasts swelling and her nipples begin to stick out like erasers on a fresh #2 pencil. She grunts with satisfaction as the pig begins eagerly thrusting into her hand, her grip now tightening to maintain control of the pig's greasy corkscrew cock. She lowers her head to watch the cock work in her hand, groans with satisfaction and begins working her clit with her other muddy hand, her hips gyrating with the rhythm of the pig's thrusting. "Oh fucking jesus god yes.." she gasps. She changes positions, still maintaining control of the feverishly thrusting cock as the pig's squealing intensifies. She leans forward and with her lips almost touching the pig's ear, she whispers your name and begins to shudder. She turns her attention again to the pigs swollen member rocking in her hand. She presses it between her hand and her face, the pig thrusting it against her cheeks as she drools. With a massive grunt and a high pitched squeal, the pig's balls explode, beginning a massive shower of hot, sour pig jizz. You mother cups one hand under the fountain of steaming genetic material gathering it in her hand as the thrusting comes to an end. The pig shudders and begins to walk to the trough of slop in the corner of it's pen, but your mother tackles it to the ground. She lifts it's tail and smears the handful of pig load into the pig's own fetid butthole, turning flakes of crusty pig shit into a pigshit-pigjizz mud slop on the pigs ass. Now she tilts her head to the sky and screams your name, not once, not twice, but three times. She slams her face full force into the pig's butthole and it's wreath of shitsemen pudding, her tongue machine gun flicking the rim and then burying itself to the hilt inside the pig's hot colon. Your mother works her tongue around the inside of the pigs ass, and then as a few incoherent syllables escaped her now brown lips, spurts of female ejaculate spurt from her pulsating cunt. Exhausted, she collapses in the mud, rolls over onto her back, and lights a cigarette. She takes one long drag, looks again to the sky, and speaks your name one last time before she drifts off to sleep. That's your mom. Your mom does that." - What are you doing RIGHT NOW.