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Norse wrote:But, alas, you are all cock munching rent boys, with an IQ that would make my local spaco clinic blush.
suggs wrote:Lincoln's Secretary of State.
Norse wrote:But, alas, you are all cock munching rent boys, with an IQ that would make my local spaco clinic blush.
Norse wrote:muy_thaiguy....
Ima disect your brain with a rusty blunt blade, put it into the head of a cat, then rape the cat, drown it and rape it again, then eat it. Then have a wank.
Norse wrote:But, alas, you are all cock munching rent boys, with an IQ that would make my local spaco clinic blush.
Norse wrote:I'm so taken by this spirit...that will post a mildly pissed-off pic of myself
I wish on you death, unless you are a WIBBLE, WIBBLE/WIBBLE.
Army of GOD wrote:This thread is now about my large penis
Good times, good times...suggs wrote:a classic, early Norse put down (interestingly, on the same page he calls B.K.Barunt a "Yanky twat"-ah, innocent times, before the Golden Alliance was formed):Norse wrote:muy_thaiguy....
Ima disect your brain with a rusty blunt blade, put it into the head of a cat, then rape the cat, drown it and rape it again, then eat it. Then have a wank.
Norse wrote:I said what what, in the butt. You wanna do it in my butt, in my butt? Let's do it in the butt! Okay!
I feel you watching me, over there. Come to me, if you care. Don't sit and stare, it's just not fair. Make your move, if you dare.
What what?
I said what what, in the butt. You wanna do it in my butt, in my butt? Let's do it in the butt! Okay!
Norse wrote:Recently, after reading through some rather controversial subjects, I have found myself spitting my tofu onto my sandals.
Some of your rather lewd opinions serve as only barbaric and insensitive commercials of hatred.....Believe me, I've needed a number of herbal tea's to calm my nerves.
The zenophobic attitudes of some people make me whimper into my little napkin.....We are all human beings, you know. I see as as being a transmogrified field of love and energy! We are all the same.
The other day, I awoke to find a hurly-burly bunch of ethnic chaps get off of their tourist coach, to explore my town. I opened my window, and rained them with a treat of peanuts and banana-chips, and watched as they joyously enjoyed their mid-morning snack, waving, their big lips smiling happily. I cry.
Why can't we all just get along, eh?
Why all the hurt? Why all the pain? Some of londons ethnic population are the hungriest, most deprived I have ever seen. I see them in Londons tube stations, with those searchin, lost eyes....I ask them for tube directions, and they look at me as though I'm speaking a foreign language, poor things, probably too hungry to gasp a breath....One day I invited a few of these lost soles into my commune, and shared a bargain bucket from KFC with them...We ate the good food and sang songs of rejoice! I cry.
I then saw a post questioning my integrity! so Shocked I was, that I lost my footing from my 'tadasana' position, and fell from my yoga mat. I had to massage my big toe for ages to sooth my poor little head (I learned this from my reflexology seminars). Now I, like my apathetic brothers in south africa am being persecuted for my beliefs???
I'm so mad, that I could squeeze a grape! Or at least rip a sheet of paper in half.
Some people ask me "what am I on?"
Well Im currently on a beautiful hand woven throw over...It was made by poor but happy Incan women....They danced and sang....And I, choked by the beauty and warmth of human spirit, cried.
Norse wrote:Ever so sorry for the late reply, I've had quite the adventurous day today.
First I rode my tricycle into town, and visited the fair-trade products shop, then went to oxfam to buy some clothes. I visited a rather charming opera as well, it is about an interracial gay couple, who's strength in the face of diversity leads them to a happy, heart warming embrace..It was really quite touching.
After that, I visited the clinic for disabled, paraplegic ethnic orphans, They're really quite charming children, they all lovingly call me "uncle Tarquin", I bring them fresh fruit, and tell them stories about pixies, magic and rainbows....My favourite one of them is a little chap called Winston, oh my, he has had a really tough time of it. He very rarely speaks, generally just sits there gargling, but occasionally, very occasionally he calls me "arc arc" after listening to the other children call me Uncle Tarquin. Every time I hear him call me "arc arc" I can't help but feel tears well up in my eyes, but I must be strong for him. As I look at his little spazey cock-eyed expression, It fills me up with so much hope for the future, the brave little chap....*sniffle*
Anyway, with regards to your responses, I can't help it that I have pale skin, I look at myself in the mirror sometimes, and uncontrollably whimper....the pain of representing such an insular, closed culture is something that I must face on a daily basis....I remember when I was a child, I would roll about in the mud, and hope that I stayed that colour....My father (who was a green-peace activist) would let me not wash for days upon end, but alas, it would eventually rub off.
But I look to the future as always, and have recently met the lady of my life at a multi-cultural festival. Her name is fanjita, a blind indian lady whome practises hinduism...it really is a rather relaxing and deep practise. I lovingly call her "lakshmi" as she is my deity (I use the word deity rahter than goddesss, as to me it signifies the feminine element, the nurture, love and mothering feelings).
I really try my best to integrate with the cultures in my locality...just the other day, I saw a bunch of black chaps, they were getting into the window of a sports car (I assume that they had lost their keys), one of them approached me, and watered my face with his mouth....and began to speak to me in tongues...something along the lines of "bumbleBlaaardClaaaart, waaart bwoooy Goutmaface nikka"..
It was a rather enlightening experience, I walked away happy that I have connected with yet another one of earths children.
Peace out sisters and brothers.
Norse wrote:Well, I've thought about it long and hard, but I feel that this is the right thing to do guys.....
I need to tell you, that I'm.....(gulp)....... straight.
I've felt this way for a long time now, I've found myself attracted to the opposite sex for a long time now....It's very hard for me to say this....so please hear me out.
I recently told my parents that I'm straight, and although a little taken a-back, they took it fairly well. My mum said that she always knew I was straight, as when I was a kid, I wouldnt play with the doll's houses and prams that they bought me for my birthday, and would end up playing with my sisters lego and mechano. My father has accepted it, although he went into a bitter diatribe about "well todays society is soo messed up, it channels you impressionable kids down this straight line of thought..."
I told some of my friends as well....some of them think it is really cool that they have a straight mate, and have told me that they would come to some "straight bars" in the future. But some of my friends have totally disowned me, calling me a "filthy minge-lover" and "straighty"...
That was hard to take, but I can't help the way I feel.
But recently, I've also become friends with another straight male...we have planned a really "straight night out"...by going down to the football, drinking loads of beer, and then going out on the pull....Im sooooo excited!
I have even gone out and bought some new clothes for the occasion! A burberry hat, A 3/4 length leather jacket and a set of knuckle-dusters!
I hope that you guys can accept me as who I am.
Norse wrote:But, alas, you are all cock munching rent boys, with an IQ that would make my local spaco clinic blush.
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