porksaber

I don't understand this.

it been real!

ur a gayfart

ya thats it

haha thats great & ur gay

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check ur butt 4 a butthole

your gay

join biodad kingdom. we're awesome.

lol ya man

lol u said butt grub

I love e Jack u Layton

allarchon akbar

This should obviously be me. I am a literal cornerstone of this community.

because seriously, screw people who don't participate in the community the way I think people should participate in the community.

this flag features some bears having a great time and reflects the camaraderie of the group. I hope i win the contest!

my vote is Hakai for all the awards.

With winter came discontent. The cold walls of the condominium echoed with voices of the ghosts of happier times. Porksaber remembered the weekend get-aways to go antiquing, to the bodegas for late brunches, and frivolous times along the promenade wistfully watching the handsome young men pushing carts of steaming dim sum. It had been a few days since he last heard from his beautiful Partisan, and he slipped into despair that he'd not hear any more in the days to come. What had started off so powerfully and passionate now seemed to vanish like summer bubbles. Where was he now, and why had his flame burned out so quickly? He turned up the thermostat and cursed the empty box of k cups - knowing no matter how warm it was inside, he'd still feel chilled to the bone. Outside the window he saw children playing. It reminded him of happier times. Times that have passed. Times that he'll never know again. He sobbed into the emptyness. Alone. With his back against the stainless steel of the refrigerator. Filled with cold duck.

Along with the pink and azure rays, the sunrise brought a strange feeling that was both full of anxiety and peace to the barely waking Partisan. The covers were still warm where the Porksaber had been laying; the linen thoughtfully pulled back and folded on top of itself. Had he left? Was what happened wrong? What would the happen now that everything had changed from the way he'd been accustomed to living? In the distance he heard an egret cry, and smelled the familiar scent of morning coffee. The only hangover he felt was one of emotion. He thought he should be ashamed, but why wasn't he feeling that way? The social foundation upon which his very being was built had been compromised, and for some reason he just assumed that he should be feeling some sense of impending doom, but it just wasn't there. His unease was quickly quelled when he looked to the door and saw the familiar essence of masculinity come walking daintily into his chambers. Porksaber stood with arms akimbo in the doorway wearing a lovely Indian sarong. in that familiar voice he began to feel so much comfort in he hear him speak softly: "Cappuccino?"

Partisan studied the man's shape and form intensely. He tried to memorize all the lines and curves; the firm and masculine definition of his being. The essence of manliness. One one hand homosexuality was a sin; on the other was Porksaber's buttocks. Partisan moved around with a sense of excitement, exhilaration, and intrigue as Porksaber leaned forward and whispered in his ear: "Go on, the legendary power is now easily within your reach."

you really ought to.

does this have to do with cheetos and ketchup packets?

sad but necessary. show them no mercy TIR!

how's this war coming along? e: wow 1000 posts for me. surely i've posted more than that. anyway, go me.