OI Mofos... [Archive]

Just Click on logo to return to full home page

Noobsters > Noobsters Forums > NOOB SANCTUARY > Noob Discussion > OI Mofos... PDA OI Mofos... Pooka 06-23-07, 11:12 PM Users online now: 719...:f-spank: Get your fucking fingers out...:newburn: :fly: :mod: Pooka 06-23-07, 11:14 PM Place is like Heaven on a Saturday Night...:newburn: :fly: :mod: XeroxLash 06-23-07, 11:16 PM I've been busy plotting your downfall, you pompous fat bastard. Pooka 06-24-07, 12:04 AM I've been busy plotting your downfall, you pompous fat bastard. Blow your rocks in an ox boys, blow your rocks in an ox. Fuck a wallaby! Blow your rocks in an ox boys, blow your rocks in an ox. Fuck a wallaby! Bestiality's best boys, bestiality's best. Fuck a wallaby! Bestiality's best boys, bestiality's best. Fuck a wallaby! In the spunk of a skunk boys, in the spunk of a skunk. Fuck a wallaby! In the spunk of a skunk boys, in the spunk of a skunk. Fuck a wallaby! Bestiality's best boys, bestiality's best. Fuck a wallaby! Bestiality's best boys, bestiality's best. Fuck a wallaby! In the rear of a deer boys, in the rear of a deer. Fuck a wallaby! In the rear of a deer boys, in the rear of a deer. Fuck a wallaby! Bestiality's best boys, bestiality's best. Fuck a wallaby! Bestiality's best boys, bestiality's best. Fuck a wallaby! :fly::mod: XeroxLash 06-24-07, 03:34 AM Well move over Byron. You must have scraped the bottom of the Septic Tank for that one, or is that your normal level? Either way, you're a shit for brains. Mojo 06-24-07, 03:42 AM Users online now: 719...:f-spank: Get your fucking fingers out...:newburn: :fly: :mod: Ok i got my finger out, where u want it? Pooka 06-24-07, 03:47 AM Well move over Byron. You must have scraped the bottom of the Septic Tank for that one, or is that your normal level? Either way, you're a shit for brains. II est amer et doux, pendant les nuits d'hiver, D'écouter, près du feu qui palpite et qui fume, Les souvenirs lointains lentement s'élever Au bruit des carillons qui chantent dans la brume. Bienheureuse la cloche au gosier vigoureux Qui, malgré sa vieillesse, alerte et bien portante, Jette fidèlement son cri religieux, Ainsi qu'un vieux soldat qui veille sous la tente! Moi, mon âme est fêlée, et lorsqu'en ses ennuis Elle veut de ses chants peupler l'air froid des nuits, II arrive souvent que sa voix affaiblie Semble le râle épais d'un blessé qu'on oublie Au bord d'un lac de sang, sous un grand tas de morts Et qui meurt, sans bouger, dans d'immenses efforts.	Your Ad Here