You know who else had a dicknose?
Pinocchio!!
Fartplug? Felchtrickle? Nonnybait?
Whatever floats your boat.
Do. Not. Sneeze.
And. . .is that a goiter?
A bricklayer flirted with me in the Walgreens parking lot tonight and he wasn’t my type. Oh,save me Chessic Sense!!
You have to say “Chief”, or he will rape you.
You’re not my type, Chief . Only then will he understand that you are tough enough to stare him down, or call a friend or bouncer if push comes to shove.
lance_strongarm:
Oh, wow, that completely ruins it. You said it’s stupid, so it’s stupid.
I got myself into this by mistakenly coming to a pit thread, where being a childlike asshole is acceptable. I take responsibility for that, and now I’m going to leave the childlike assholes to themselves and leave you all to throw your sticks at each other instead. Bye.
Didn’t you already do that earlier in this thread?
Muffin
June 7, 2013, 9:21am
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Bar patrons everywhere should be thankful that there are rape experts like Chessic.
RaftPeople:
“We approached the express lane and I knew immediately there was going to be trouble. With 15 items already on the belt and 3 more in her basket, this little old lady was giving the finger to the entire “15 Items or Less” system, and she knew it. I asked my buddy the Marine to watch my back, I was diving into this head first and it wasn’t going to be pretty…”
Quint:
You see, I have to be who I am, and that is someone who doesn’t turn the other cheek. Someone who knows that to stand by doing nothing allows the petty tyrants of this world to run roughshod over the freedoms that make our very lives worth living. And this relic of the depression thought nobody was going to call her on her attempt to drag a good checkout line into a very bad place.
RaftPeople:
“…dazed, barely conscious, blood dripping from my nose, I could just make out the fluorescent lights on the ceiling as I lay on the ground. I had stirred up a hornets nest and now my next move was survival. The little old lady had Marine buddy in a headlock and looked to be preparing a vicious groin punch. I surveyed my surroundings, looking for any advantage, anyone or anything that might be able to help me…”
Well, don’t leave us hanging. What happened next???
RobDog
June 7, 2013, 10:18pm
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I could see that the baboochka still had Marine by the yarbles, and all that I, Chessix, could do is hope some other chelloveck would crack up the dratsing as I lay there while old Ludwig van played on the tannoy. Marine was creeching as the baboochka moved her steely grip to his gorlo. Oh my brothers, what a platching he made as Barfly and Wifey smotted on, there’d be none of the old in-and-out for him tonight…
Shit rooster? Cock lamp? Ass taxi?
