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There was this guy...
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one line at a time please.
There was this guy...
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who went to Michigan State...
and earned two degrees...
in history and something else...
(perhaps in the interest of getting good participation nobody should post a line within 3 lines of a previous post they made). That way at least 4 people MUST be participating. It's Tahoe's thread though, I'll let him make the rules. Just a suggestion because I could see this turining into a 2 person arguement if the right/wrong people are in here.
(good idea)
(continuing...)
This man decided being rich, powerful and extremely intelligent was not enough.
and decided to visit either London or Nairobi...
LOL on the second part Chris.Quote:
Originally Posted by WTFchris
We did it where you couldn't post 2 in a row, but 3 sounds better cept when the board is slow.
The one rule I have is ERay has to post in this thread, or it dies.
London and Nairobi were the names of his two of his friends; London, the cocaine dealer and Nairobi, his beautiful table-dancing, non-exclusive girlfriend.
London lived in Nairobi and Nairobi lived in London...
His heart, though, was always in Lansing...
(this guy, who has yet to be named, WILL go overseas at some point damnit)
while his head was buried in Smithsonian magazines...
During his funeral, all that was left was that head, wrapped up in his beloved Smithsonians; so naturally it was a closed casket ceremony, but we'll get to that later on and at this point, discuss his trip to London, where his Nairobi resided.
There we go, none of that happily ever after bullshit in this story
His decision was whether to call Nairobi to let her know he was coming, or show up unannounced and surprise her with roses and his special gift
His gift was his dick in a box so he went with both, but not without a very uncomfortable flight as well as a trip to customs at Heathrow airport where he landed with a smile on his face, a bag of clothes he carried on the flight and his dick in a box.
...but his dick was the removable kind, very much like the song. During a stopover back in the states, in New Jersey, it was taken from him, while in the midst of ordering pancakes and cornbread from the local quickie-stop...
... upon questioning several individuals outside the quickie-stop, about whether or not they've seen a man holding a black box adorned with a Velvet Elvis lid, one quips "Yeah, looked like that Benny Blano fuck from the Bronx"
To this he replied, "Follow the rules, motherfucker," and shot the man in the face.
But Mr Dick Missing was undetterred and wanted to see his beloved Nairobi and would not give up
Nairobi however had been kidnapped and taken captive by a couple of Walmart Wolverines.
(I don't think you guys understood my post. Dick Missing shot the random guy in the face. Oh well, That is all)
After Dick Missing shot that random guy in the face, it made him think back to when he was a child and that horrible accident where he went through his uncles Corn Harvester, where he lost his arm, part of his leg and his dick, and the unfortunate surgery where they mistakenly reattached his arm to his leg socket and his leg to his arm socket and they just gave him his dick in a box.
Missing recollected the feeling of seeing his own phallic parts in a box. He knew that they would never be operable again, and felt the wicked sting of a tear roll down his cheek. He looked at the gun and his hand, and thought, long and hard.
lol
...but, with the cold steel of the gun barrell pressing hard against his temple, he suddenly realized a power long forgotten -- the kinetic ability he shares with dick in a box. Through his mental ability, he can make it come alive!
And though it was a very tiny dick in a somewhat small box, this was still an ability that he thought could get him laid.
I decided to collect what we had, with a few grammatical corrections and additions to make it flow a bit better:
There was this guy who went to Michigan State and earned two degrees in History and Something Else. The man decided that, being rich, powerful, and extremely intelligent, was not enough. He decided to visit either London or Nairobi. His name was Dick. Dick Missing.
London and Nairobi were the names of his two of his friends; London, the cocaine dealer and Nairobi, his beautiful, table-dancing, non-exclusive girlfriend. London lived in Nairobi and Nairobi lived in London. His heart, however, was always in Lansing while his head was buried in Smithsonian magazines. During his funeral, all that was left was that head, wrapped up in his beloved Smithsonians; so, naturally, it was a closed casket ceremony. But enough of that for now -- we'll get to that later on. At this point, we shall discuss his trip to London, where his Nairobi resided.
His decision was whether to call Nairobi to let her know he was coming, or show up unannounced and surprise her with roses and his special gift. His gift was his dick in a box. So, he went with both, but not without a very uncomfortable flight as well as a trip to customs. At Heathrow airport, where he landed with a smile on his face, was a bag of clothes he carried on the flight and his dick in a box.
But, his dick was the removable kind, very much like the song. During a stopover back in the states, in New Jersey, it was taken from him while in the midst of ordering pancakes and cornbread from the local quickie-stop. Upon questioning several individuals outside the quickie-stop about whether or not they've seen a man holding a black box adorned with a Velvet Elvis lid, one quips "Yeah, looked like that Benny Blano fuck from the Bronx." To this, Dick replied, “Follow the rules, motherfucker,” and shot the man in the face.
After Dick Missing shot that random guy in the face, it made him think back to when he was a child and that horrible accident; that horrible accident where he went through his uncle’s corn harvester, losing his arm, part of his leg, and his dick. During the unfortunate emergency surgery, they mistakenly reattached his arm to his leg socket and his leg to his arm socket. After this, they gave up and they just gave him his dick in a box.
Now, Missing recollected the feeling of seeing his own phallic parts in a box. He knew that they would never be operable again, and felt the wicked sting of a tear roll down his cheek. He looked at the gun and his hand, and thought, long and hard. But, with the cold steel of the gun barrel pressing hard against his temple, he suddenly realized a power long forgotten -- the kinetic ability he shares with his dick in a box. Through his mental ability, he can make it—his dick, his penis, his being--come alive!
And, though it was a very tiny dick in a somewhat small box, this was still an ability that he thought could get him laid. So, he put Nairobi at the forefront of his mind and made a decision. He was to be laid by Nairobi in London, whence he would tell her he was to bring her back to Lansing.
The plot to this story is pretty tenuous.
(Shutup Glenn, that comment was not cogent considering the context of this post)
You're right, I'm sorry.
With the MSU football season over until the bowl game, I've been working on the WTFDetroit "bukdow retention strategy v1.0" all day and I think that may be messing with my mind a bit.
Back to the story...
But by the time he got there, the G Brothers were pounding her pussy to the woodshed.Quote:
So, he put Nairobi at the forefront of his mind and made a decision. He was to be laid by Nairobi in London, whence he would tell her he was to bring her back to Lansing.
And then he woke up and it was all a dream
(what a cop out, Tahoe--that should have been taken further)
Or was it a dream? He felt for his dick and...
(thought it was dead and couldn't just let it sit there without a bullet to the head...but maybe it was a blank)
...thank goodness, it was there, all two and a half inches of it. What a strange dream, he thought. My pedophilia is really starting to show itself in my dreams with those boys and Nairobi.
He then contemplated what to do with his immaculate 2.5" of morningwood, debating between child porn and the stack of fatchickmagazines under his matress.
Then, he remembered. He and Nairobi were to be married in London today, and that made him extra excited for tonight, which he had saved his v-card for. He was curious as to whether Nairobi would be judgmental about the little thing down there, but no matter; he had a flight to catch from Detroit, and only a few hours until takeoff.
only he'd forgotten to pack everything he needed. There was something he was forgetting.