I don’t even know who this cunt is, but that doesn’t matter, because the excitement is not her useless purple panties, it is the fact that I have a computer again. Despite what the losers who read this site say, I did get my laptop stolen, I am an idiot for not paying more attention, I did lose the Stepfather Book and Stepfather Movie script. I did lose all the emails you people have ever sent me which after very little consideration, I realize is really not much of a loss at all.

So look at these panties or this dog, whichever you find most appealing, while I post more pics that my lovely internet girlfriend compiled for me, because she knows that I can’t do anything for myself.

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I don’t even know who this cunt is, but that doesn’t matter, because the excitement is not her useless purple panties, it is the fact that I have a computer again. Despite what the losers who read this site say, I did get my laptop stolen, I am an idiot for not paying more attention, I did lose the Stepfather Book and Stepfather Movie script. I did lose all the emails you people have ever sent me which after very little consideration, I realize is really not much of a loss at all.

So look at these panties or this dog, whichever you find most appealing, while I post more pics that my lovely internet girlfriend compiled for me, because she knows that I can’t do anything for myself.

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There will be no more updates today, some fucker stole my life and love, Brenda the lap top from my bag at Starbucks, where I go for free lattes. I am pretty sad right now. I will be back when I find 2000 dollars in the gutter to buy a new one. If that doesn’t happen, this could be the end of Stepfather. Remember to thank your local criminals for making this possible. CUDDLES.

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I have been dealing with Lawyers all morning because what I do is criminal. I was always told I was going to live a life of crime pretty much my entire life. I thought the school councillors were just saying that because I was mexican. But them saying that did in fact lead me into crime, not because I am some pussy who does whatever some virgin white guy tells me to do, but because when ideas are pounded into your head over and over, you eventually start believing them. The really issue at hand is that being an online criminal is probably the lamest fucking criminal to be, especially when you make no money doing it. Either way, I am not the type of criminal who will end up behind bars for this shit, I am the kind of person who will end up owing some celebrity 10 million dollars in damages, even though I only have an overdraft of 500 dollars on my bank account and that’s only because it’s a joint account with my wife.

Either way, I got no issues with little tits, but here’s Brittany Murphey pretending to be built, to start this sad day up. Cuddles.

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If I had an advertising budget, I would take this dude’s lead and take amateur porn pics for my ad campaigns. I internet-know the dude who owns this company and he wouldn’t tell me whether the model really sucked the dude off or not.

I don’t know this bitch, but wouldn’t mind knowing her because seeing her face in some stranger’s box for a photoshoot for a small T-Shirt company’s ad campaign shows her passion, commitment and work ethic. By work ethic I mean willingness suck/look like she’s sucking a stranger’s cock all with dirty little feet.

Visit Durkl Here – I hear the shirts are “fucking awesome”

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I had a Salvation Army story that I wanted to talk about in my new dinning room table post, but I felt like that post was long enough. So the story goes like this….I’m working at a warehouse with this weird motherfucker who had to be a virgin. He wanted to sell me a piece of shit bike for 20 dollars so that I could use to get to work, because I was always late when I took the bus.

So he asks me to go to his house to choose a bike. On the bus, dude starts telling me how he is a 3rd Generation Soldier in the Salvation Army. He said it’s a religious sect and that they go to church services and shit. By “they” he meant the married couple he lived with.

So I get to his house and meet his cult brothers and sisters, this married couple where the husband was about 6 foot 8 and in a back brace and the wife was about 4 foot 5 and 300 lbs. Either way, bitch had made a full turkey dinner and we ate on their front lawn and 5:30 pm.

Tons of hot bitches walked by lookin’ funny at me, cuz I was chilling with the freaks of their block.

After eating, then watching my virgin boss play with his crazy computer speakers and his “SINGLE” Murphey bed, I figured a way out. but the crazy 300 pounder bitch volunteered to drive me home.

We get in the car, she jacks up some Jesus music and prays for god to protect her on her drive. Bitch took that whole praying thing a little too fuckin’ seriously, because she was driving like Jesus was driving her car with his mystical hand. She didn’t look where she was going, she floored it and we almost died 7 times. It was the scariest thing I have experienced so I quit the job the next day. That’s the story I wrote.

So here’s a little Beyonce for you, because she looks like the kind of bitch who woulda worked at the Salvation Army if she wasn’t a singer. She does thank Jesus when she wins her Grammy Awards.

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I had a Salvation Army story that I wanted to talk about in my new dinning room table post, but I felt like that post was long enough. So the story goes like this….I’m working at a warehouse with this weird motherfucker who had to be a virgin. He wanted to sell me a piece of shit bike for 20 dollars so that I could use to get to work, because I was always late when I took the bus.

So he asks me to go to his house to choose a bike. On the bus, dude starts telling me how he is a 3rd Generation Soldier in the Salvation Army. He said it’s a religious sect and that they go to church services and shit. By “they” he meant the married couple he lived with.

So I get to his house and meet his cult brothers and sisters, this married couple where the husband was about 6 foot 8 and in a back brace and the wife was about 4 foot 5 and 300 lbs. Either way, bitch had made a full turkey dinner and we ate on their front lawn and 5:30 pm.

Tons of hot bitches walked by lookin’ funny at me, cuz I was chilling with the freaks of their block.

After eating, then watching my virgin boss play with his crazy computer speakers and his “SINGLE” Murphey bed, I figured a way out. but the crazy 300 pounder bitch volunteered to drive me home.

We get in the car, she jacks up some Jesus music and prays for god to protect her on her drive. Bitch took that whole praying thing a little too fuckin’ seriously, because she was driving like Jesus was driving her car with his mystical hand. She didn’t look where she was going, she floored it and we almost died 7 times. It was the scariest thing I have experienced so I quit the job the next day. That’s the story I wrote.

So here’s a little Beyonce for you, because she looks like the kind of bitch who woulda worked at the Salvation Army if she wasn’t a singer. She does thank Jesus when she wins her Grammy Awards.

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In this picture it looks like this slag is retarded. I am talking Chris Burke retarded. It also looks like bitch has just finished playing with rocks in the backyard, screaming “I want to go to disneyland” over and fucking over, but since she’s retarded, it’s easy to convince her retarded self that she was just at disneyland last week, when in reality she was left in Wal Mart for a couple hours, when her parents wanted a break.

Retards are easy to manipulate. I remember telling this black retard named Kevin who was part of some work program at the drug store I stocked shelves at. I found out he had a crush on a cashier, so I would tell him about her nipple ring and how you she liked to be grabbed.

Kevin, being a retard, had little self control, and they caught him jerking off at the magazine rack screaming the cashier’s name. I like to think I had something to do with his behavior, mainly because I am an asshole. But that was a long time ago, I am better now.

Point of the post is to say Kate Hudson’s Retarded.

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The thing I love about the whole fight on slavery that happened in your American Civil War really had no bearing on the world. The rich still have slaves, they underpay them, treat them like shit, act like they are saving these people by underpaying them by our standards but it’s good money in their country. This is Denise Richard’s slave pushing the baby carriage.

I wonder what else she makes her do. We know that she doesn’t make her pump the gas, probably out of fear that her slave will fucking up because rich people assume their slaves don’t know much about cars and that their people commute on goat.

I think this is Denise Richard’s son, but he looks like he is too old to be from her cunt. I am too lazy to google it. But I am not too lazy to wonder whether he ever jerks off to her Wild Things scene, he seems to be that age. That’s your mom, Pervert!

That’s the story I heard.

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The thing I love about the whole fight on slavery that happened in your American Civil War really had no bearing on the world. The rich still have slaves, they underpay them, treat them like shit, act like they are saving these people by underpaying them by our standards but it’s good money in their country. This is Denise Richard’s slave pushing the baby carriage.

I wonder what else she makes her do. We know that she doesn’t make her pump the gas, probably out of fear that her slave will fucking up because rich people assume their slaves don’t know much about cars and that their people commute on goat.

I think this is Denise Richard’s son, but he looks like he is too old to be from her cunt. I am too lazy to google it. But I am not too lazy to wonder whether he ever jerks off to her Wild Things scene, he seems to be that age. That’s your mom, Pervert!

That’s the story I heard.

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