A hope for the hopeless homeless
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A hope for the hopeless homeless
human hibernation
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oxymoran
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oxymormon
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puh puh puh poke her face
puh puh poke her face
take your dick in your hand and put in her poke her face
puh puh poke her face
take your dick in your hand and put in her poke her face
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Re: A hope for the hopeless homeless
Seriously, I've found it by myself during custom hard training, not from NASA.
It's far from complete but opening the door.
Actually, I've had found it in 2008 but just didn't know it was a kind of human hibernation.
Anyone interested in investing(inviting me to United States as a talented scientist with green card) me to play QuakeNN which can't be played by default due to your restricted life span?
It's far from complete but opening the door.
Actually, I've had found it in 2008 but just didn't know it was a kind of human hibernation.
Anyone interested in investing(inviting me to United States as a talented scientist with green card) me to play QuakeNN which can't be played by default due to your restricted life span?
Re: A hope for the hopeless homeless
Captain a13n wrote:Seriously, I've found it by myself during custom hard training, not from NASA.
It's far from complete but opening the door.
Actually, I've had found it in 2008 but just didn't know it was a kind of human hibernation.
Anyone interested in investing(inviting me to United States as a talented scientist with green card) me to play QuakeNN which can't be played by default due to your restricted life span?

and then back againGoogle Translator wrote:真剣に、自分でカスタムのハードトレーニング中には、 NASAからそれを確認いたしました。
これまでのところ、ドアを開いてからだが。
実際、私は2008年には見てきただけで人間の冬眠のようなものとは知らなかった。
誰でも投資に興味を(米国に緑のカードでは、有能な科学者として)私はデフォルトQuakeNNにより寿命が制限さで演奏することはできません再生する私を招待?

at the conclusion of the procedure, researchers found no change in the level of meaningfulness in the specimen postCaptain a13n, New & Improved wrote:Seriously, training hard in their custom, NASA has confirmed it.
So far, they open the door.
In fact, in 2008 and I'm like a human hibernation just did not know I've seen.
Anyone interested in the investments (in the U.S. green card, as a competent scientist) QuakeNN I default to limit the play in life by not inviting me to play?



Re: A hope for the hopeless homeless
out last night catching up with some old friends from school and it was all good. quite a few overlapping social groups but everyone was properly lashed, having a great time and not starting on each other. noticed a lad from my social studies class, which was always religiously attended because the teacher had lovely tits and wore tight sweaters. i wandered over to say hello. he was holding hands with a lass who had her back to me - taller than him, little black dress, long black hair, (eugh) backside like a couple of balloons full of lumpy custard and legs that were nothing to write home about despite the extra yardage. thought no more of it and reached over to shake his free hand. we exchanged pleasantries by shouting into each others ears over the music before he points me at his girlfriend and i turn to face her. "hi 4days" she says, knowing my name before the lad can even introduce me and somehow projecting her instantly grating voice through the noise. we make eye contact and i yelp like a kicked dog.
as a little kid, i'd played doctors and nurses with the girl next door (who was also at the club last night, with her husband and teenage son). we used to go down to a little clearing in the woods and dance around in the nip and feel each other up. the last time we ever went there, we'd gone out while we waited for star fleet to come on tv. we were completely naked and taking turns at giving piggyback rides when this older girl, the very same vision of abject fucking horror that was standing before me right now, appeared at the edge of the clearing and asked if she could play. long, thin, greasy black hair plastered into an inverted V around her forehead where it was tucked behind her ears - framing a triangle of smooth, white flesh with her monobrow above dead, witless eyes. this was clearly a head rarely troubled by complex thought. she was still wearing school uniform, even though it was a weekend. she stepped out of the bushes and unhooked her skirt. my neighbour hastily grabbed her day of the week knickers and summer dress while i scrambled for my jeans and t-shirt.
"let's play ayaki" (a local hide and seek variant) said my neighbour to the monster, who seemed to totally miss the shift in context and agreed. while we put our shoes on, we decided that the monster would be 'it' first and the count would be 100. but the monster didn't get dressed - she screwed her eyes shut, turned to face a tree and started counting rapidly before we'd even done our laces up. her wide-seated pants had ridden into her arse crack on one side.
working on the logic that she might not follow us half-naked, i quietly picked up the monster's skirt before we ran off and threw it into a hedge on the way home. we never saw her again. i don't remember enjoying star fleet, or my tea. i remembered that sweaty, gelatinous-looking bum, the lisping voice counting swiftly down from 100 and wondering what she was going to do to us when she finished. imagining turning around and tripping over as we pelted along the path out of the woods and seeing the horrible, skirtless goon bearing down upon us with her arms outstretched.
i'm torn back into the present by a question, "you two know each other?"
"we've met, briefly" i reply, realising that i'd recognised that arse long before her face and looking around for an exit. "it's good to see you again" she says and kisses me sloppily on the cheek, missing intentionally and planting a little bit of saliva on my lip. i smile as politely as i can at the air between them and make a point of telling the lad that it was nice to see him (because i never, ever will again) and throw myself into a nearby group that are talking about how shit hiphop has become and decide it's the most interesting conversation i've ever heard.
logged into facebook tonight and lurking among half a dozen welcome friend requests was the one i didn't want to see. i swear a drop of slime oozed out of the monitor before i could hit 'block'. i need to spring clean my office, right now - then make some fresh juju's to bury in the front yard.
as a little kid, i'd played doctors and nurses with the girl next door (who was also at the club last night, with her husband and teenage son). we used to go down to a little clearing in the woods and dance around in the nip and feel each other up. the last time we ever went there, we'd gone out while we waited for star fleet to come on tv. we were completely naked and taking turns at giving piggyback rides when this older girl, the very same vision of abject fucking horror that was standing before me right now, appeared at the edge of the clearing and asked if she could play. long, thin, greasy black hair plastered into an inverted V around her forehead where it was tucked behind her ears - framing a triangle of smooth, white flesh with her monobrow above dead, witless eyes. this was clearly a head rarely troubled by complex thought. she was still wearing school uniform, even though it was a weekend. she stepped out of the bushes and unhooked her skirt. my neighbour hastily grabbed her day of the week knickers and summer dress while i scrambled for my jeans and t-shirt.
"let's play ayaki" (a local hide and seek variant) said my neighbour to the monster, who seemed to totally miss the shift in context and agreed. while we put our shoes on, we decided that the monster would be 'it' first and the count would be 100. but the monster didn't get dressed - she screwed her eyes shut, turned to face a tree and started counting rapidly before we'd even done our laces up. her wide-seated pants had ridden into her arse crack on one side.
working on the logic that she might not follow us half-naked, i quietly picked up the monster's skirt before we ran off and threw it into a hedge on the way home. we never saw her again. i don't remember enjoying star fleet, or my tea. i remembered that sweaty, gelatinous-looking bum, the lisping voice counting swiftly down from 100 and wondering what she was going to do to us when she finished. imagining turning around and tripping over as we pelted along the path out of the woods and seeing the horrible, skirtless goon bearing down upon us with her arms outstretched.
i'm torn back into the present by a question, "you two know each other?"
"we've met, briefly" i reply, realising that i'd recognised that arse long before her face and looking around for an exit. "it's good to see you again" she says and kisses me sloppily on the cheek, missing intentionally and planting a little bit of saliva on my lip. i smile as politely as i can at the air between them and make a point of telling the lad that it was nice to see him (because i never, ever will again) and throw myself into a nearby group that are talking about how shit hiphop has become and decide it's the most interesting conversation i've ever heard.
logged into facebook tonight and lurking among half a dozen welcome friend requests was the one i didn't want to see. i swear a drop of slime oozed out of the monitor before i could hit 'block'. i need to spring clean my office, right now - then make some fresh juju's to bury in the front yard.
Re: A hope for the hopeless homeless
cool story bro 

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/igonre
Wanna play
Soldier of Fortune 666?
Quake 777?
Rage 1234?
Noone lives forever 9999?
Battle Field 65535?
Wolf 4D?
by feeding me?
Wanna play
Soldier of Fortune 666?
Quake 777?
Rage 1234?
Noone lives forever 9999?
Battle Field 65535?
Wolf 4D?
by feeding me?

Re: A hope for the hopeless homeless
that was great 4days 

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