You were Menchi this whole time. That is some lame-ass shit. The only thing that comes close to being that lame is that I'm bringing it up like four years later.
Sure, I could have put things together. I mean you do like being near (hot, oily) men, thus the whole men+shii = MENchi. Or maybe it's menstruating+shii.
Seriously Shii, what the fuck? You little cock.
oh no. you called me a fag. i am undone
I thought you could do better than that, David
same goes for you, James
How about an excerpt from your magnum opus, David/anon
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Jenny lay in her bed, moaning. It was late at night now, and she couldn't sleep at all. Her breasts were growing steadily, constantly, methodically. She was already up to 5 feet around at the widest natural point, and still going steady. She couldn't lie down, since they might smother her while she slept, and she couldn't stand, since even in the low gravity envronment they were much too heavy.
Another orgasm.
Her vagina was raw from all the use, but her growth was just too much. She was sitting upright, leaning on her breasts and reaching under them to masturbate. Marcy was working with the staff to get her onto a shuttle into space before she crushed herself under her own weight. The dome didn't have the equipment to handle the massive mamms, and neither did anybody else on the moon. They had to get her to space before she grew too big to move.
Another orgasm.
Jenny didn't really care at this point. Her mind had been wiped away for the time being by the sensations that her growing boobs sent to her. She worked her clit now for a change, twisting and rubbing it. One finger dipped onto her snatch. Her other hand was constantly running over her breasts, feeling every little space.
Another orgasm.
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They brought the biggest shuttle they could for the trip. Jenny was wheeled onto it, with Marcy watching worriedly. Marcy had finished growing at a X-cup, over four times her original request. Her breasts hung almost 26 inches off her front, with a cleavage canyon that grew even more impressive when she put on her bra, specially made to keep her from falling over.
Jenny was past any cup size. Her constant masturbation was driving her hormone levels through the roof, causing her growth to be even more drastic than Marcy's. She was 110 inches around, with each breast with a greater average circumference than Jenny's height. Still masturbating, she lay on her tits, face down.
The shuttle launched towards the space station Firebird. It was the largest of any man-made space object, with dozens of football-field sized rooms. There was a team of doctors at the ready, going to attempt a surgery as soon as she stopped growing and regained sanity.
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Jenny ended up floating in room B-3 for a month, masturbating the entire time. Her breasts grew all the time, slowing after a few days but not stopping for the duration of the month.
After she reached a ten-foot-deep cleavage measurement, the boss came to see her. He watched as she floated and grew, thanking God that she hadn't asked for anything larger.
Her boobs gained a wonderful, spherical quality as she grew. They were massive bodies, like planets, and Jenny was only a tiny speck against them, the only object keeping them together.
As the growth slowed down, she began to attempt to have sex with the scientists. If someone came close to her now incredibl well developed and muscular pussy, she would motion that someone should insert into her. No one was brave enough to challenge the powerful organ until a hotshot transfer with a massive cock and insatiable sexual appetite arrived. He managed to have sex with half the department in one day, and ended up jerking off to finally reach orgasm. When Jenny motioned to him, he couldn't pass up.
They fucked for hours, her screams of pleasure reverberating throughout the station. She outlasted him, however; he collapsed after his eightieth orgasm, and she still had energy to burn. She fingered herself for hours after that."
R u sayin i can defend pedophiles, morpheus???
no im sayin when the time cums u wont need t0
its all true im a master homosexualist whatever that is
we're all shouting at eachother in here and its like a film in russian or maybe chinese i hear they shout alot
we're attention whoring even without names
Remember when you went to Raspberry Heaven and threw a huge tantrum, Shii?
It's unfortunate you edited that shit
And he visits here too apparently 9_9
But I expected this to happen when I first opened the melon stand for artists to draw pretty much anything they want. A place for public view and discussion on art. Sadly when it comes to this person, they decide to get their poops and giggles from causing pain (well more of just an annoyance than anything). Strangely enough, I do not feel any ill will against him. They may say I cannot draw, or Woot cannot. But there is no way either of us can take offense to something like that because we all know, that is far from the truth. But it does make me curious though, what really motivates someone to use so much of their free time (which can be used for something creative in the least) just to get their jollies? I mean, come on, watch a comedy or something, there is more humorous things to do than to taunt others. Someone does not need to take the time of getting IP addresses, writing messages over and over, etc. That takes much more time than me coming home from class or out in general and just clicking the [X] next to each of these messages to remove them.
In the end, guaranteed that this individual will try to use my quote against me, making something incoherent up, try to use my words against me, or twist them in some sort of fashion.
Countdown until Shii deletes his entire site and quits internet forever
"Investment banking is the most ruthless form of evil in the world. Investment bankers are utterly blind to what sort of impact they have on real life. Their only purpose is to maximize profits.
I have met people who want to be investment bankers. Their argument boils down to that they want to have lots of money so that they can donate it to the charities they most support. In other words, they want to be mean to people now and be nice to people later. They believe that they can do more with their money than the people they are taking it from; their ego is the size of our entire planet. If it weren't for people like this we wouldn't need to have organized charities at all.
There shouldn't be such a thing as investment classes. They are an instruction course in evil. People who want to learn how to be an investment banker should be forced into a rigorous program of reeducation, and if necessary sent to an asylum. "
I AGREE SUCCESSFUL PEOPLE MUST BE SENT TO THE GULAG
"This isn't a hypothetical question. Right now, in the lead-up to the 2008 race, a candidate is running for office who would bring reality back to Washington. This is the answer. 2008 is not the year to shrink away from change and settle on the same old combination of graft and pandering that usually gets people elected. We have among our ranks a single guy who is actually focused on making the country work right. His name is Ron Paul."
Bet you can't make it through this excerpt without bursting into laughter
If you don't, you're retarded or Shii (but I repeat myself)
"Ron Paul's stances on all issues are simply brilliant. Even on divisive issues like abortion he is absolutely right. To talk about my own opinion would be one long stream of praise so I will simply let him speak for himself."
Goddamn Shii look how stupid you are
Same man who took cash from Don Imus is right on all issues
But then I guess Shii is afraid of those incredibly fleet-footed black people