Here is one big cyber cock to stick it ya convict wombat date punchers. 10 years, 10 years and in this time I never once made a complete bullshit, nonsensical rant thread that would make FlipMo's nose hairs take notice and make Pittsey fetch his tin foil hat quicker than Chronic whipping out his Mandy Moore Candy single in an attempt to serenade a Thai lady boy at a Spanish law convention.
I guess what I'm trying to say is deep down, underneath the grime and filth which are SOFI's fungus infected toe nails, there's a lot of love from my end of the spectrum here to spread upon all you beautifully sick and twisted, mind fucked individuals who actually have the nerve to call yourselves decent human beings. But hey, aren't we all like that? Probably not..
So while we can sit here, blogging and replying to threads and Facebook on our iPhones, Galaxy's and/or cheap Chinese imitations, we can marvel at the technological advancements of how far this forum and all of us past and present have come. Because not only can we now blog our emotions from anywhere in the world minus North Korea, we can also access a billion terrabytes worth of Jokerman's home movie collections (might I add last years Christmas special had way too much egg nog splattered on the screen, try to please keep this year's down toned.. we still have children on this board.. ).
But fear not, for I remember a day when we used to enter this board when our fantastically slow 56K modems had loaded all the pictures and icons ready for another session of text combat and hours of uninhibited self touching like SicC showed me on webcam. Please no gang signs. Those were the days when I thought I was smarter than the average member, until of course Master Rukas made me realise that I had to take my pills, take a break and take vienna. He, like we once assumed, isn't the saddistical BDSM-crazed forum dictator. He is Mike. Hi Mike.
And before we get to the creator of us all, the one whom watches over us and praised us with the online gift of life, Jon, I'd like to take a moment to say hello to my friends, hello to the crazy bitch or two who posted naked photo's of themselves to other members and may or may not have ended up on my MSN Messenger and a big mother fucken Merry to the Christmas and a happy new year, ya gimps.
So as ARon reaches for the sunlight after having been trapped inside Casey Rain's sex dungeon for 3 years with only tuna as his sustenance and Thug Style inexplicably returns without even so much of a hint of "How is 7 Syns?" Let's just take a second to reflect and let out a collective SiGh.
With that I end my rant with a big fuck you and fuck 7 Syns
I guess what I'm trying to say is deep down, underneath the grime and filth which are SOFI's fungus infected toe nails, there's a lot of love from my end of the spectrum here to spread upon all you beautifully sick and twisted, mind fucked individuals who actually have the nerve to call yourselves decent human beings. But hey, aren't we all like that? Probably not..
So while we can sit here, blogging and replying to threads and Facebook on our iPhones, Galaxy's and/or cheap Chinese imitations, we can marvel at the technological advancements of how far this forum and all of us past and present have come. Because not only can we now blog our emotions from anywhere in the world minus North Korea, we can also access a billion terrabytes worth of Jokerman's home movie collections (might I add last years Christmas special had way too much egg nog splattered on the screen, try to please keep this year's down toned.. we still have children on this board.. ).
But fear not, for I remember a day when we used to enter this board when our fantastically slow 56K modems had loaded all the pictures and icons ready for another session of text combat and hours of uninhibited self touching like SicC showed me on webcam. Please no gang signs. Those were the days when I thought I was smarter than the average member, until of course Master Rukas made me realise that I had to take my pills, take a break and take vienna. He, like we once assumed, isn't the saddistical BDSM-crazed forum dictator. He is Mike. Hi Mike.
And before we get to the creator of us all, the one whom watches over us and praised us with the online gift of life, Jon, I'd like to take a moment to say hello to my friends, hello to the crazy bitch or two who posted naked photo's of themselves to other members and may or may not have ended up on my MSN Messenger and a big mother fucken Merry to the Christmas and a happy new year, ya gimps.
So as ARon reaches for the sunlight after having been trapped inside Casey Rain's sex dungeon for 3 years with only tuna as his sustenance and Thug Style inexplicably returns without even so much of a hint of "How is 7 Syns?" Let's just take a second to reflect and let out a collective SiGh.
With that I end my rant with a big fuck you and fuck 7 Syns
