The Czech Republic

Why does she say "the only way to win" and then give three different ways to win?

Incidentally, what was the big thing that was supposed to happen when the sixth card dealie happened? They believe in God

Now we're witnessing the complete and total decay of society.

Alf reached for a handful of potato chips and swiped them through the bowl of chip dip and crammed the gooey mess into his mouth. His other hand continued to stroke Herbert, pumping him up and down. Alf could feel the cum building in his balls as he gazed rapturously at Vanna White, turning the letters on the Wheel of Fortune. "God, Vanna!", he cried, "you're the most beautiful woman on this entire miserable planet!" Alf's fist tightened on Herbert and he jerked him more vigorously. Suddenly, Alf bucked and a jet of jism burst from Herbert's eye and splashed across the TV screen, right on Vanna's gleaming smile. "Bullseye!" Alf's rigid dick continued to spurt hot Melmakian cream, across the TV Guide, on the rug, on Vanna's silk covered breasts, onto the table, into the chip dip. Finally, his heart stopped racing, his palms stopped sweating, and his dick stopped pumping. "Oh oh," he said, "I'd better get this cleaned up before Lynne gets home. It's a good thing Kate and Willie took Brian away for the weekend. Kate'd have a fit if she saw this mess! But then, it would serve her right for making me eat that asparagus last night! Ha Ha!!" Alf got several wet cloths and a bucket and washed up the TV screen and the carpet and the table. He threw the TV Guide in the garbage and then went out to the garage to throw away the cloths. Just after Alf left the room, Lynne Tanner returned home from classes. "Alf? Alf, where are you?" she called out as she put her school books down. "Alf, what are we doing for dinner? Alf, are you hiding?" Hungry, she spied the chips and dip sitting on the table. She scooped up a bit of dip on a chip and plopped it into her mouth. "Hmmmmm. That's a different flavour! I like this!," she said. She called out, "Alf, I'm going to my room to change!" and grabbed the bowl of chip dip. As she headed for her room, she scooped out great gobs of dip on her fingers and swallowed the creamy sauce, licking her fingers. By the time she reached her room, she had finished all of the strange flavoured dip and was licking the sides of the bowl, as far as her tongue would reach. "Damn, it's all gone. I'll have to find out what kind Mom bought and get some more!". She laughed giddily and began to remove her clothes. She kicked her shoes into the corner and pulled off her skirt. As she pulled her sweater above her head, her hand brushed her nipple and she shivered. Ooooh, that was good. She unsnapped her bra and stood in front of the mirror. She felt hot, and chilled at the same time. Slowly her fingers traced the edges of her small nipples; they quickly stood on end, rigid as pencil erasers. She tweaked them, caressed them, rubbed them, pinched them. Oh god, she was getting hot. Her hand stole down past her panties to the lips of her cunnie. She was dripping wet already. Her fingers parted her pussy lips and touched her erect clit. She cried out in joy. In the mirror she caught sight of her poster of Pee Wee Herman. Oh god, was he handsome, she thought! She pulled her panties off and lay back on the bed. With one hand she stroked her erect nipples while she plunged two fingers of the other hand in and out of her sopping cunnie. She stared longingly at Pee Wee. God, what she wouldn't do to have him fucking her right now! This was so strange, she would never have thought of thinking of him in that way before. Pee Wee Herman?!? But now... She had only fucked one guy before and had been afraid of getting pregnant for the next month. And she had only masturbated a couple of times before - and it had never been this intense! Her hips bucked up off of the bed as her orgasm struck. She pinched her nipple tightly as she added a third finger into her pussy. She panted furiously, continuing to pump her digits in and out of her tight twat, desperately trying to maintain the sheering pleasure. "Lynne? Lynne, was that you? Have you seen the chip dip, Lynne?" Alf came around the corner and stopped dead as he watched the young teenager in the throws of orgasm. Beside the bed, lay the overturned chip dip bowl. "Oh no, Lynne! You didn't eat all that chip dip did you?!?" "Alf! Oh god Alf. You shouldn't see me like this. But, I can't... I can't stop. This feels so good!" "You ate the chip dip, didn't you Lynne?" "Yes...<pant>.. I ate the dip. Oh yes," she sobbed as she peaked from another orgasm. "So, so what?" "And now you're in the midst of a sexual frenzy, aren't you!" "For fuck's sake, stop being so analytical. That's right! So... so what!" "Well, Lynne, that dip contained some of my, how shall we say it delicately, my Melmakian seed..." "You jerked off in the chip dip?!?" "Not exactly. But the thing is, Lynne honey, that stuff is highly addictive to human females!" "Addictive?!? What do you mean?" "Well, I'll show you." Alf crawled up on the bed and knelt beside Lynne's head. He spread his legs so that Lynne could see his small penis. "Lynne, meet Herbert. Herbert meet Lynne" Alf's penis bobbed up and down. "You give your cock a name?" "Everyone on Melmak gives there little dickie a name. After all, they seem to have a mind of their own! But get a bit closer." Lynne moved just an inch closer, and then the odor from Herbert struck her full force. Suddenly, she was frenzied, all she wanted in the world was Herbert.

This was a respectable, well-written, and eloquent CheesalaIsGood post. Until that.

Faulty comparison for many reasons, but whatever, that's probably the pinnacle of your wit, so here's an e-pat on the shoulder.

I'm listening to the Metroid mix. Man, what a corny hair-metal-y guitar part in that first "get off the exploding ship" part No marimbas on Brinstar? DROPPED BALL.

Posting various isolated lines of dialogue isn't going to make me change my mind, either.

Personally, I could never get into Napoleon Dynamite. I don't know if that makes me a Typical TSM Contrarian or whatever, it just didn't make me laugh.

Yeah, all these single mothers who had their kids at 16 aren't as culturally literate as the Gilmore Girls. Maybe if spman moves from Waterbury to the fictitious hamlet of Stars Hollow, he can find happiness, where they can make obscure references to things like the late-70s CBGB-centered NYC rock scene, works by the "Lost Generation" of 1920s American literature, or Star Trek at the drop of a hat.

I've absorbed more knowledge from some of my professors than most of my teachers. Luck of the draw, I guess.

So basically what you're saying is He's goin' JPEG on you, Edwin, you better just hoist the white flag now. In 1963, naming every song of the latest Beatles album was a sign of the downfall of society. Not saying MCR is in the same universe as the Beatles, but I don't think you can gauge social decay by presuming that 14-year-olds don't know the whole Beatles back catalogue. Whatever, you're dumb, I don't feel like talking to you any longer

Now there's a segue you take home to Mother.

I still like YATQ but "America Is Not The World" is horrible. Why wasn't "Irish Blood English Heart" the leadoff track instead? Anyway, if the music is less pop-punky, I'm all for that.

How much Ringleader have you heard so far? I've only heard "You Have Killed Me" and I liked it

I have "The Gift" on my facebook to test the limits of the Favorite Quote box. It all fit, I guess. "The Black Angel's Death Song" is one that I like. Nico kinda ruins too much of the debut.

speaker of Spanish, like saying Anglophone or Francophone. Just one of many ways that I'm being more pretentious for YOU!

WL/WH is my favorite album but I think "The Murder Mystery" is my favorite song.

That explains the utter stupidity. -=Lushus

You don't even know me, you shitfuck Oh and yeah, bring back No Holds Barred.

Food Folder

Tell em, bro!

Hardcore Discussion: "Reachin' for the Mendoza Line"

Slayer: Zappa fans stick together, and I want to face him in the finals. I resent his cupcake draw thus far. AndrewTS: I think AndrewTS has a snobby attitude about video games, and that's super-lame. However, he doesn't give me shit, so whatever, vote Sass: Sass wins the Battle Of Dormant Posters here. Matt Young: Popick's alpha male schtick hasn't gotten any less tiresome than it was last round. Niskie: Because even though he's into scat, he's not shitty! har har. Who is lovecraft231? KOAB: ... NYU: NYU seems to like me, and isn't a cranky old man. Rudo: I like Damaramu and all, but Tiny Tazz told me to vote for RRR. CWM: Trillian error dress gnome blah blah blah geniusmoment: sure why not. Geniusmoment and Krankor, and I've got SPOON. Brilliant Carnival: Much improved poster. He started out bad. Waaaaaay bad. He's not so bad now. Чэв: I like Chave, and I don't like Banky. There. Bob Barron: sent me "Miss Sarajevo" once and that was nice of him. Hoff: lol ahmed donut blah blah blah Vitamin X: Because Black Lushus likes Prince Paul. Also, I think I'm writing the music to VX's student film. The Czech Republic: Okay, guys. This was a really dumb draw. Way to blow a big one early on.

The WWE Folder: "The ship be sinking, and the sky's the limit." MIXED METAPHOR'D Love, Sex, and Dating: "Oh shut up. You saw it coming."