Sunday, January 2, 2005
Your New King is Remiss in his Duties
I bequeath Lord Darksock this small slice of the space-time continuum and he abandons/shirks his duties with only one update?
For shame, horse peer.
For shame.
I bequeath Lord Darksock this small slice of the space-time continuum and he abandons/shirks his duties with only one update?
For shame, horse peer.
For shame.
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The half head shave look
appealed to the beauty queen
she shaved half her pubes.
Miss Greater Las Vegas posed with Miss Lesser Las Vegas.
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Words were exchanged.
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Swords *clinked* and *clanked* until they *thunked* and *splat*
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Their combined flesh-confetti and bone particulates would clog the nearby storm drain catch basin before being examined a week later by a hung-over Marg Helgenberger.
I’m surprised he could pick up that sword.
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Yeah, ‘Sock’s shirking his duties! It’s Friday – being on the Pear!
Yeah, I’m a little disappointed, if anyone can pilot a sinking ship it would be DarkSock.
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Get with it, son.
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Also, why do we get the most awesome hc/db pic of all time after the site is semi-retired?
Lo’ the larks cometh
As surely as Death has kept
Me in her Cold grasp.
I thinks we got to
Send Dark Sock anything we
Can find that’s gross.
I thinks Dark Sock needs
Some help and I may already
Know how to run shit.
Is your Majesties
Email address still DarkSock
@gmail.com
Early next morning
Her mutilated body
Was found near Reno
I sent you my next (last) installment of The Undersexed World of Jacques Doucheteau. What more do you want?
Dark Sock over did it when he took 3 Ambien and a hot coffee enema.
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This is a promo shot from the new show, “Breaking White Trash.”
I once had a potato salad enema at this little joint outside Reno where the girls would administer “Mr En,” whilst performing the oral.
I dated this dame Carmelita who was into the enemas something fierce. Banging a broad whilst she’s holding back a meatball parm enema is like walking through a mine field, my friends.
Do you even lift, bro?
She got that sash at Gold and Silver pawn. He tried to sell her to Rick for a bowl of ramen and a souvenir squashed penny from Ripley’s.
In Sochi Russia, Putin Pear oogles you!
Where’s Waldo (and by Waldo, I mean you know who)
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In this mass of drunken, Ambien-addled Mardi Gras revelers I have carefully hidden our reluctant, AWOL new leader. Can you find him?
Neither can I.
Anybody know where I can get some cheap smokes?
The crossing of swords
for both never happens in
front of their chests. Sons.
Every time he swallow one of those, his weight doubles.
She didn’t get that sash by swallowing that sword.
Anybody ever have a great profitable day with meltin snow and signs of spring and you feel all rejuvenated and then after you pick up the kids the 6 year old who was at a sleepover says, “Savannah’s brother Jaden woke me up and showed me his penis.” I fucking hate these days.
I’ve never had a great and profitable day, but I’lll never forget the day Jackie Hess showed me her pee pee behind the garage.
If Jaden is seven, no biggie. If he’s over twelve, accidently run him over with your car.
What the fuck kinda names are those? Savannah and Jaden? What is this a fucking soap opera?
Them is some native(respect) names. And by native I mean cigarette smuggling gun-totin’ red Injun elites. These wahoos got money invested all over the states and shit. Hotels and fast-food and cigarette rolling factories. Red Injuns I says. But no young cock shit. I don’t even know how old them sum bitch is. Maybe he was 7.
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Mrs. Kroeger, the sweet Jewess, goes to a fundamentalist Christian church on the reserve in the States (respect). And we got all kinds of wagonburners around here. Can’t handle booze them goverenment projects. Son. Stoones.
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Jimmy Fallon to Johnny Carson is as Keisha is to Joan Baez.
Yeah, really; that lazy MF needs to get off his pendulous buttocks and start postin’ some shit. STAT!
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Oh. Wait. right.
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BRB…