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Michel Kane

Ok, ok, WHO WOULD BEAT!?

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yuk

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you disgust me (in reference to the thread title)

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You man are hyping...

If she put it on you, you'd oblige...

That body is kinda tight still.

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Like I said you need God.

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That is un-natural, she looks very good though.

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RATHER BEAT OFF INTO A COLD TURKEY SANDWICH AND FEED IT TO KURIOUS.

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You man are hyping...

If she put it on you, you'd oblige...

That body is kinda tight still.

:lol: :lol:

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I Was Cosigned

A poem

by Superstition

Huddled in the dim living room, back to the radiator

I take another gulp of my gin and Lucozade.

Add Reply.

Classic Black background, mercifully dark

Unlike the offensive glare of the hallway light

Frames my new offering

Suddenly, mind fills with regret and self-doubt

Will this contribution please them?

Will my composition

Agonised over for the best part of an hour

Be enough?

Minutes tick by

I begin to panic

Stupid, stupid. Why did you write that?

Is it too late to edit?

Too late to delete?

Has somebody seen it?

Has somebody called me a neek?

A fragile, twitching finger closes in on F5

Whatever refreshes

Pixels arrange themselves in the same patterns.

Disheartened.

But what's this? A reply? Click.

Eyes flicker to the new addition

Tucked geometrically under a quote of my post

It reads, "C/S"

Beautiful, merciful C/S.

Can the mind fathom two sweeter letters

To be bisected by misapplied punctuation?

Chest swells with pride.

Acceptance. Approval. Affirmation.

Deep breath. The air is a touch sweeter.

I knock back the remainder of my gin and Lucozade.

Retire to bed, proud

I was cosigned.

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I'll never take it back.

I'd contemplate bussing in Ernestine's bedpan.

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not gonna lie the thought crossed my mind but was quickly rebuked

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not gonna lie the thought crossed my mind but was quickly rebuked

Stop denying yourself.

Listen to that primitive urge.

That p*ssy has lived in about 3 different generations.

Like, her juices must have the secret ingredients of youth...

Imagine that knowledge in that.

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I Was Cosigned

A poem

by Superstition

Huddled in the dim living room, back to the radiator

I take another gulp of my gin and Lucozade.

Add Reply.

Classic Black background, mercifully dark

Unlike the offensive glare of the hallway light

Frames my new offering

Suddenly, mind fills with regret and self-doubt

Will this contribution please them?

Will my composition

Agonised over for the best part of an hour

Be enough?

Minutes tick by

I begin to panic

Stupid, stupid. Why did you write that?

Is it too late to edit?

Too late to delete?

Has somebody seen it?

Has somebody called me a neek?

A fragile, twitching finger closes in on F5

Whatever refreshes

Pixels arrange themselves in the same patterns.

Disheartened.

But what's this? A reply? Click.

Eyes flicker to the new addition

Tucked geometrically under a quote of my post

It reads, "C/S"

Beautiful, merciful C/S.

Can the mind fathom two sweeter letters

To be bisected by misapplied punctuation?

Chest swells with pride.

Acceptance. Approval. Affirmation.

Deep breath. The air is a touch sweeter.

I knock back the remainder of my gin and Lucozade.

Retire to bed, proud

I was cosigned.

Superstition's f*cked, creasing all over again.

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nah stop it u tomb raiding wrong one.

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good for her looking after herself tho.

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LMFAO did Superstition really write that??

Thats f*ck*ng hilarious

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i wouldnt beat tbh but shes in sick shape.

Madness at 72. Most 40 year olds arent looking that good. I hope im like this when old.

Just goes to show that if you keep your body in check you will always look youthful

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She looks great but id rather be a cuddly grandma tbh.

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I Was Cosigned

A poem

by Superstition

Huddled in the dim living room, back to the radiator

I take another gulp of my gin and Lucozade.

Add Reply.

Classic Black background, mercifully dark

Unlike the offensive glare of the hallway light

Frames my new offering

Suddenly, mind fills with regret and self-doubt

Will this contribution please them?

Will my composition

Agonised over for the best part of an hour

Be enough?

Minutes tick by

I begin to panic

Stupid, stupid. Why did you write that?

Is it too late to edit?

Too late to delete?

Has somebody seen it?

Has somebody called me a neek?

A fragile, twitching finger closes in on F5

Whatever refreshes

Pixels arrange themselves in the same patterns.

Disheartened.

But what's this? A reply? Click.

Eyes flicker to the new addition

Tucked geometrically under a quote of my post

It reads, "C/S"

Beautiful, merciful C/S.

Can the mind fathom two sweeter letters

To be bisected by misapplied punctuation?

Chest swells with pride.

Acceptance. Approval. Affirmation.

Deep breath. The air is a touch sweeter.

I knock back the remainder of my gin and Lucozade.

Retire to bed, proud

I was cosigned.

Superstition's f*cked, creasing all over again.

:lol: :lol: :lol: first time ive seen this

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She looks great but id rather be a cuddly grandma tbh.

c/s

lol superstition is too sick

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bun all this cuddy talk

my wife better be this fit at 72 tbfh

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nah, yer a wrong'un kane

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bun all this cuddy talk

my wife better be this fit at 72 tbfh

''My nigga...''

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I Was Cosigned

A poem

by Superstition

Huddled in the dim living room, back to the radiator

I take another gulp of my gin and Lucozade.

Add Reply.

Classic Black background, mercifully dark

Unlike the offensive glare of the hallway light

Frames my new offering

Suddenly, mind fills with regret and self-doubt

Will this contribution please them?

Will my composition

Agonised over for the best part of an hour

Be enough?

Minutes tick by

I begin to panic

Stupid, stupid. Why did you write that?

Is it too late to edit?

Too late to delete?

Has somebody seen it?

Has somebody called me a neek?

A fragile, twitching finger closes in on F5

Whatever refreshes

Pixels arrange themselves in the same patterns.

Disheartened.

But what's this? A reply? Click.

Eyes flicker to the new addition

Tucked geometrically under a quote of my post

It reads, "C/S"

Beautiful, merciful C/S.

Can the mind fathom two sweeter letters

To be bisected by misapplied punctuation?

Chest swells with pride.

Acceptance. Approval. Affirmation.

Deep breath. The air is a touch sweeter.

I knock back the remainder of my gin and Lucozade.

Retire to bed, proud

I was cosigned.

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Superstition, surely the poet laureate of VIP 2?

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Does her pum even work brah?

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