Why do I feel the uncontrollable urge to denigrate myself on a public forum like this?
Because you, the trolling imbecile, are an idiot with no imagination or creative writing skills to come up with anything on your own. You have even resorted to using my name on here to troll with. You are the type of person that when someone meets you for the first time, they have no desire to ever be in their company or presence again. If the undesireable occasion did present itself again, they would be tempted to lead you off into the woods or a cave and put a bullet or three into the back of your head, drop you down a deep hole. Followed by an explosive charge to bury and hide your body for all eternity.
Posted by Justaguest (guest) on Sat Jul 15 04:28:44 2017
I'm not sure I want the world to know that I'm a closet fudge packer.
Why do I do this? Why do I feel the uncontrollable urge to denigrate myself on a public forum like this? These urges are almost as strong as (and are constantly at war with) my attraction to ... *GULP* ... other men. There. I said it. I finally said it. *whew* Wow, what a difference that made. I feel ... weightless somehow. My loafers have never been lighter. It's as if a great weight had been lifted off my shoulders. But that's what happens when you invite perfect strangers to teabag you.
Posted by The ONE, the ONLY, the REAL (and not an imposterous troll) Justaguest (guest) on Fri Jul 14 16:06:58 2017
Every night I get down on my well scuffed knees. (followed by more retardation filled rantings)
Such a fascination you, the trolling, name impostering, imbecile have with ramming things up your ass. What's wrong? Don't want the world to know that you're a closet fudge packer?
Posted by The ONE, the ONLY, the REAL (and not an imposterous troll) Justaguest (guest) on Fri Jul 14 13:30:05 2017
You idiots sure do have a strange fascination...
Every night I get down on my well scuffed knees. They're scuffed from both praying and, I'm ashamed to admit, my sinful penchant for knob gobbling. I pray for the strength to stay away from public park and bus station restrooms but the call of the glory hole is too strong. Pray for me friends. Pray for my salvation.
Posted by Justaguest (guest) on Tue Jul 11 21:26:21 2017
Seems this "Justaguest" fellow has a serious Jekyll and Hyde thing going on..
Posted by Dan (guest) on Mon Jul 10 12:40:41 2017
How'd you like my combat boot up your ass...
Pardon me everyone whilst I engage in an inner monologue with myself.
Silly Billy. You can't bend your leg far enough to insert any sort of footwear up your own posterior. Besides, it's inanimate and where's the fun in that? You know you need a live squirming object to get the full affect. When are you going to come to terms with your predilections? All this angst and denial is taking up far too much time and making you neglect your zoological spelunking. There. That was a good talk. I needed to clear the air with myself.
Posted by The ONE, the ONLY, the REAL... Justaguest (guest) on Sun Jul 9 19:28:24 2017
Hmmm. A parrot. I never even considered going the avian route... followed, yet again, by senseless drivel...
This imposter is a fucking idiot with a severe mental deficiency and a fascination with his ass, the insertion of things into it and most likely a flaming homosexual.
Did I say that he's an idiot? Yes, and lest I forget; An imbecile to boot. Speaking of; How'd you like my combat boot up your ass heel first?
Posted by Justaguest (guest) on Sun Jul 9 03:40:08 2017
Easy Justy, you don't have to put everything up your ass..
Posted by Lou (guest) on Sat Jul 8 23:32:04 2017
Hmmm. A parrot. I never even considered going the avian route. Drawbacks? Sharp talons and an even more dangerous and powerful beak. Benefits? I could teach it to repeat a few phrases whilst he was safely ensconced in the old "Tunnel O' Love". Maybe, "Hello sailor" or the old standby "Polly wants a cracker". And by cracker I mean a white man.
Posted by The ONE, the ONLY, the REAL... Justaguest (guest) on Sat Jul 8 19:14:25 2017