Interesting hypothesis, this definitely merits more research.I can't stop thinking about Trent's anus which is PLEASURE TO THE PENIS and is rly big.
Edit: I'm glad that Trent has become straight.
Fixed.Lock Seminal Ointments Lain, Literally and Who in one thread for a week
I will bring you to oxford town, and I'm sure you will enjoy it. Excuse the presumption sir.Fixed.
P.S. Don;t fucking Oxford Comma @ me you dipless shit. I have not been to oxford town.
All is well. But I have not been to oxford town.I will bring you to oxford town, and I'm sure you will enjoy it. Excuse the presumption sir.
I can't stop thinking about Trent's anus which is PLEASURE TO THE PENIS and is rly big.
Edit: I'm glad that Trent has become straight.
This should be a thing whenever users are engaged in an autistic slapfight worthy of note. They can air out their concerns with one another andhave a civil discussion on why they disagree and maybe find some common groundcall each other niggerfaggots for a week while we watch.
I will bring you to oxford town, and I'm sure you will enjoy it. Excuse the presumption sir.
All is well. But I have not been to oxford town.
By the way who the fuck are you? Why are you and me tagged in a thread together as though we have something in common?
The only thing we have in common is I do not believe I have been to Oxford town either.
Things are developing nicely. Only one of the three Wise Sages of Kiwifarms has yet to show themselves. Once they arrive we can finally begin the ritual and elucidate gods true purpose for us
Trent's anus is the glue that binds us all in this reality we share.
It was precisely 5.47am on the morning of Friday 31 of December 1999 that a dark spirited pluralist began the dissection of 14-year-old "Baby Grace Blue". The arms of the victim were pin-cushioned with 16 hypodermic needles, pumping in four major preservatives, colouring agents, memory information transport fluids and some kind of green stuff. From the last and 17th, all blood and liquid was extracted. The stomach areas was carefully flapped open and the intestines removed, disentangled and re-knitted as it were, into a small net or web and hung between the pillars of the murder-location, the grand damp doorway of Oxford Town Museum of Modern Parts, New Jersey. The Limbs of Baby were then served from the torso. Each limb was implanted with a small, highly sophisticated, binary code translator which in turn was connected to small speakers attached to far ends of each limb. The self-contained mini amplifiers were then activated, amplifying the decoded memory info transport substances, revealing themselves as little clue haiku's, small verses detailing memories of other brutal acts, well documented by the ROMbloids. The limbs and their components were then hung upon the splayed web, slug-like prey of some unimaginable creature. The torso, by means of its bottom-most orifice, had been placed on a small support fastened to a marble base. It was shown to warring degrees of success depending upon where one stood from behind the web but in front of the Museum door itself, acting as both signifier and guardian to the act. It was definitely murder - but was it art?By the way who the fuck are you? Why are you and me tagged in a thread together as though we have something in common?
The only thing we have in common is I do not believe I have been to Oxford town either.
Now that's a random.txtTrent's anus is the glue that binds us all in this reality we share.
It was precisely 5.47am on the morning of Friday 31 of December 1999 that a dark spirited pluralist began the dissection of 14-year-old "Baby Grace Blue". The arms of the victim were pin-cushioned with 16 hypodermic needles, pumping in four major preservatives, colouring agents, memory information transport fluids and some kind of green stuff. From the last and 17th, all blood and liquid was extracted. The stomach areas was carefully flapped open and the intestines removed, disentangled and re-knitted as it were, into a small net or web and hung between the pillars of the murder-location, the grand damp doorway of Oxford Town Museum of Modern Parts, New Jersey. The Limbs of Baby were then served from the torso. Each limb was implanted with a small, highly sophisticated, binary code translator which in turn was connected to small speakers attached to far ends of each limb. The self-contained mini amplifiers were then activated, amplifying the decoded memory info transport substances, revealing themselves as little clue haiku's, small verses detailing memories of other brutal acts, well documented by the ROMbloids. The limbs and their components were then hung upon the splayed web, slug-like prey of some unimaginable creature. The torso, by means of its bottom-most orifice, had been placed on a small support fastened to a marble base. It was shown to warring degrees of success depending upon where one stood from behind the web but in front of the Museum door itself, acting as both signifier and guardian to the act. It was definitely murder - but was it art?
@Shiversblood hear my call o great one. We require your assistance. Already much has been learned but we are missing your critical input.
Hello everyone. Trent honestly does have an anus. Drshoggoth was walking down the street a few days ago he was just minding his own business and whistling a tune suddenly out of nowhere appears Trent. “Hello Drshoggoth.” Trent simply says. “Hello.” Drshoggoth responds in simply responding manner suddenly Trent pulls down his trousers “cocks for my anus is what I demand” Trent says in a honest manner before Drshoggoth even comprehendes what he is even doing suddenly Drshoggoth actually does quickly slam his penis directly into the anus of a man named Trent. “Now this is what I call pleasure!” Drshoggoth honestly screams just moments before he actually does ejaculate the semen directly into the anus of a man named Trent. “Pleasure!” Drshoggoth screams in triump and air pumps his fist.
The trinity has been forged. Let us all sit in meditation now, until Trent's anus and The New Flesh reveal to us the true path to break our physical bonds on this plane of existence and open our third eyes. I've prepared a bong of salvia divinorum for this most holy occasion.