Cunt Roach

Re: PROP THREAD ******OG'S ONLY*********** negaprops. fuck you! if you even think of propping me.

chicken blood in a kiwi

rusto with minimal thinner or one shot.

take can of paint. spray upside down, relive pressure/gas. take can opener, while holding can upside down use opener to cut off bottom. if it explodes. consult a physician. if it doesn't explode like shrapnel in your hands, pour it into marker or container. if you're using a foam tip the xylene in the paint will melt it. your best off using a metal tip marker. if you have one already just pour straight rusto from the pint in there.

its page 420 where are the weed pieces at? atleast some rasta color combos..come on mannnnnnn

sorry if just want to fap to her meaty pussy. thats just me.

all of the predictions are far from correct. scumbag yes i am. steve? no i'm not.

http://www.modelmayhem.com/portfolio/483819/viewall

well that takes the fun out of it. her model mayhem page just isn't doing it for me anymore.

shit you guys are paranoid. can a guy just get his mangled vag fetish on here? just PM them if you have to you pussies.

does anyone have those nude picture of her that were posted on ch.0 a few years back.

does anybody remember boohead zoohead?

do i put the arrows on now?

Better call Slick Lou here, from Antiques Roadshow and get that bitch appraised.

SLETCHY PLACES

shitty? not really. just interesting.

it was in the daytime jackass.

i see pitz is still around. you still doin them moon rocks?

flourescent fills? really? is stylish to dust fills on a bridge making it odivious the spot is being painted? does that get you mad props from your boys on the web? get those thumbs up on youtube and those stars on flickr? no heart in the game. no letters. self promotin. half ass'n toys. just close this mess.

well doesn't that qualify as an essay? no im not a juggalo. im just a sick fuck.

If its going to go that way than I'll just cut to the good parts. I ended up fucking that crazy bitch. One of the time she had a tampon and didn't tell me so i just stuck it in and didn't give a fuck. I ended up getting the tampon stuck in her cervix almost. winning. The night after that I fought with her to leave my house. She ended up arguing with myself and three other people. She eventually called the cops on herself. I told them she was tresspassing. She left. It was around 4am at this time. So myself and one other friend make a spontainious journey to go pick shrooms an hour out into the country. we end up only picking a wet quarter and dipped out. having to jump electric fences. and getting chased by land owners. thats it. im done. let the tampex rain come down on me.

It's been a good minute since I've checked in on channel zero. But the past year has been the most eventful of my life. It started the day before halloween in 2010. Got popped for stupid shit and spent the night in jail and got let out in the morning. Get a nice chunk of community service and a fine thats a pain for someone on my income to pay. Enough about that. About this time just about all of my close friends with the exception of myself were dabbling in roxicodone. No one had a real addiction than. I digress once more. A couple weeks after I had my run in with the cops. I fucked some fat bitch. Loosest pussy I've ever had in my life. Like fucking a barn. Things were pretty stagnent between January and March. Than I think it was the beginning of April when I did 2C-E for the second time. And saying that it was ridiculous would be an understatement. For the first 15 mins I was groaning from the intensity of the rush, everything was like this > :scrambled: . Unbenounced to me the 2C-E had been cut with crystal. not fun. Than myself and 6 others proceeded to go insane and have the time of our lives for the next 12 hours. Having visuals, feeling speedy, body rushes, and the fact that your having a blast going buzurk on this shit. As one person slipped off into a bad trip. Another one of my friends was practically having sex with the carpet, enjoying the body rushes. Another person mysteriously cut their hand open. I threw up in the toilet which due to the fact that I was tripping, looked like a boiling caldren. I smoked a whole pack of American Spirits in an hour, and proceeded to tweek into the sunrise. A couple weeks after this event I met a girl that only goes by the name Star. She showed up to my friends apartment spun out and lost. She had gotten lost in the apartment complex and just randomly knocked on his door. She said she had been up for 4 days on adderal, which she was eating like candy. This girl had also carved almost all the skin off one of her calves with a broken piece of glass. She proceeded to display her wide array of psychological illnesses. She acted schizo, depressed, talked in a high pitched child like voice at random times. She also did most of said to talking to herself through out the night. I left the apartment in laughter at the new burden my friend has unknowling put on himself. Not long after this one of my friends had relapsed on roxicodone, but this time he started shooting them. I personally am dissapointed that he has turned a recreational activity into a full blown addiction. Something that after much encouragement to have treated has become apperent that it must run its course, and he must make his decisions as an adult. fuck opiates. Im too lazy to type anymore at this time. I'll add more later.

yeah im trying to find a good blaster cap for male cans. any ideas?

she can poop on my dock.