THE BORE
General => The Superdeep Borehole => Topic started by: PVC Mung Hive on April 28, 2013, 04:26:05 PM
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I want a new shirtless pic, hairy, with or without a cravat, NOW. And don't even THINK about recycling some shitty reddit or 4chan bullshit.
If Malek's liver hasn't given up it's last bit of bile, I can probably also make sue with a screenshot of his unpuckered butthole.
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A TVC15 alt account?
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That or Hollywood has really changed Wilco.
Also I'm a B.S, B.A now. I no longer do 12$/h jobs!
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Avatar reminds me of our dear Drew.
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My liver is fi--wait wellbutrin, effexor, and RAN-Zopiclone.
That or Hollywood has really changed Wilco.
Also I'm a B.S, B.A now. I no longer do 12$/h jobs!
Willco.
True, the degree in philosophy drops your wage down to $8.
Avatar reminds me of our dear Drew.
He looks nothing like Truman Capote.
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You're still a pathetic and lonely piece of human garbage, and trying to better yourself and failing makes you worth less than a few cheap dollars. You don't deserve to lick the roach cocks of the mites living in the scum collected at the bottom of the case holding the racks of mounted reddit servers. I'm not seeing any of the things I want here. Is there anyone even vaguely capable of handling someone with masculine needs and desires in this condom-clogged low pressure toilet of a forum?
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Arvie: Shirtless, hairy, w/ cravat, purple speedo, legs spread, wearing socks+garters, one foot being sniffed. NOW!
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That'd earn him my BS.
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Willco.
True, the degree in philosophy drops your wage down to $8.
Wilco, as I have always called him and unpaid internship more like it.
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What a fuck up.
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pics or gtfo, Arvie
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Haha way to go for registering for The Bore forums. You've successfully contributed amount=0 to our community! We appreciate your text and time here!
Fuck off and die you butthurt faggit cunt.
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No doubt, PD, my old friend. I give him a single chance to once again be some, to let that hairy, filthy muffin top to finally do some work for him, and he ignores me and pretends to be some sort of adult. Wise the fuck up, Arvie! If I can't stick my dick between your protruding, spilling gut and the overstretched speedo waistband and drawstring it shields, and maybe give it a sniff or so afterwards, I will at the very least have a little picture so I can know how much I wish you were dead and decomposing into slime and cheese on the floor of a produce section of a low-rent supermarket, ignored by the dusty cunted elderly trying to find a bargain on expired broccoli. You spent child.
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No doubt, PD, my old friend. I give him a single chance to once again be some, to let that hairy, filthy muffin top to finally do some work for him, and he ignores me and pretends to be some sort of adult. Wise the fuck up, Arvie! If I can't stick my dick between your protruding, spilling gut and the overstretched speedo waistband and drawstring it shields, and maybe give it a sniff or so afterwards, I will at the very least have a little picture so I can know how much I wish you were dead and decomposing into slime and cheese on the floor of a produce section of a low-rent supermarket, ignored by the dusty cunted elderly trying to find a bargain on expired broccoli. You spent child.
You're fucked in the head and you should probably just stop posting.
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No doubt, PD, my old friend. I give him a single chance to once again be some, to let that hairy, filthy muffin top to finally do some work for him, and he ignores me and pretends to be some sort of adult. Wise the fuck up, Arvie! If I can't stick my dick between your protruding, spilling gut and the overstretched speedo waistband and drawstring it shields, and maybe give it a sniff or so afterwards, I will at the very least have a little picture so I can know how much I wish you were dead and decomposing into slime and cheese on the floor of a produce section of a low-rent supermarket, ignored by the dusty cunted elderly trying to find a bargain on expired broccoli. You spent child.
Oh my god, is this new material or excerpts from an old fanfic? :rofl
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No doubt, PD, my old friend. I give him a single chance to once again be some, to let that hairy, filthy muffin top to finally do some work for him, and he ignores me and pretends to be some sort of adult. Wise the fuck up, Arvie! If I can't stick my dick between your protruding, spilling gut and the overstretched speedo waistband and drawstring it shields, and maybe give it a sniff or so afterwards, I will at the very least have a little picture so I can know how much I wish you were dead and decomposing into slime and cheese on the floor of a produce section of a low-rent supermarket, ignored by the dusty cunted elderly trying to find a bargain on expired broccoli. You spent child.
You're fucked in the head and you should probably just stop posting.
You're my old friend, too. You just happened to post while I was channeling that passage from within myself.
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:badass
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Suckstart a pistol, fagg0t
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Shave your asshole, Arvie.
Please.
Arvie.
Plz.
:larry
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What in god's name...
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These new posters are such wimps. They could never handle 2007/2008 bore.
We be :superman ing 'em.
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I'm just confused. :yeshrug
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These new posters are such wimps. They could never handle 2007/2008 bore.
We be :superman ing 'em.
was it gayer
you have no idea.
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These new posters are such wimps. They could never handle 2007/2008 bore.
We be :superman ing 'em.
was it gayer
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Regale us neophytes with tales about Wilco.
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oof. all this sexiness ITT. I had to open 14 tabs of porn videos just to feel at home.
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:rejoice the rage has returned. theres too many softies around here trying to make us feel bad for beating up the wusses; we need this hate
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:rejoice the rage has returned. theres too many softies around here trying to make us feel bad for beating up the wusses; we need this hate
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*suplexes malek*
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:rejoice the rage has returned. theres too many softies around here trying to make us feel bad for beating up the wusses; we need this hate
(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewF4fgIuRN8/UWh81-ZfpTI/AAAAAAAAEew/eYTxrCT91Ig/s758/404871_556335917724644_1914446199_n%2Bstop%2Bbullying.jpg)
Yes. :gladbron Hell Yes. :heh Yes. :jawalrus Yes. :crazybron Yes. :whew No. :PP
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"Broken, Shy, Jugged, Short"?
#whitepeopleproblems
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It was a stormy day in Seattle as Arvie slowly made his way to PVC's apartment. He knocked on the door, as there was no buzzer, and PVC quickly answered. They exchanged small talk over wine; Arvie sat comfortably by the fireplace while PVC laid on his stomach on the floor, his legs casually dangling in the air. They spoke of programming and pornography, poetry and baking. Eventually a moment of silence crept into the room long enough to strangle what remained of the small talk. PVC pulled an old, rusted key from his pocket, kiss it, and said "Arvie, do you want to meet my dog?" An avid dog owner, Arvie attempted to say yes but the words stuck in his mouth. The room began to spin around him, and suddenly his nose was filled with smells of burned rubber and paint. His wine glass crashed onto the floor as he fell to his knees, faces flashing before his eyes. PVC smiled and slowly crawled to a small door on the opposite side of the room. Shaking, Arvie heard a scratching sound, fingers on wood. PVC opened the door. A monstrosity shambled out ponderously, like a child taking his first steps. 400 pounds of pale flesh covered in varicose veins. It's head was that of a shiba inu dog, yet the voice was childlike. Arvie struggled to put his hand into his left pocket, reaching for his iPhone to call for help. Yet his hand brushed against his naked hip, and Arvie realized he was naked. PVC loomed above him, a giant scar covering his chest, from the crotch to the nipple. He was naked as well, except for a small Gucci purse that dangled from his skinny shoulder. "I thought you wanted to see my dog," PVC said in a voice that suggested he was disappointed; the dog man fell to the floor a few feet from Arvie, then ponderously rose to its feet to waddle throughout the living room. PVC pulled a popper out of his purse and emptied the contents into a blue satin scarf. He slowly covered his face with it and enhaled for what seemed to be an eternity before rubbing the scarf between his legs in a provocative manner. Arvie fell on his back, and as if on cue the dog man rushed at him; it sat on Arvie's face and giggled. Arive's mouth was covered by its ass, but his eyes were free. He closed them, hoping all would disappear. When he opened them PVC's crotch was right above him, one hand behind his back. The hand re-appeared with a small therometer covered in lube. The other hand held a pair of golden pliers. Delicately, PVC broke the thermometer with the pliers. As glass and mercury filled Arvie's eyes, PVC whispered "what do you see now?"
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Yes . . . I post on this forum.
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It was a stormy day in Seattle as Arvie slowly made his way to PVC's apartment. He knocked on the door, as there was no buzzer, and PVC quickly answered. They exchanged small talk over wine; Arvie sat comfortably by the fireplace while PVC laid on his stomach on the floor, his legs casually dangling in the air. They spoke of programming and pornography, poetry and baking. Eventually a moment of silence crept into the room long enough to strangle what remained of the small talk. PVC pulled an old, rusted key from his pocket, kiss it, and said "Arvie, do you want to meet my dog?" An avid dog owner, Arvie attempted to say yes but the words stuck in his mouth. The room began to spin around him, and suddenly his nose was filled with smells of burned rubber and paint. His wine glass crashed onto the floor as he fell to his knees, faces flashing before his eyes. PVC smiled and slowly crawled to a small door on the opposite side of the room. Shaking, Arvie heard a scratching sound, fingers on wood. PVC opened the door. A monstrosity shambled out ponderously, like a child taking his first steps. 400 pounds of pale flesh covered in varicose veins. It's head was that of a shiba inu dog, yet the voice was childlike. Arvie struggled to put his hand into his left pocket, reaching for his iPhone to call for help. Yet his hand brushed against his naked hip, and Arvie realized he was naked. PVC loomed above him, a giant scar covering his chest, from the crotch to the nipple. He was naked as well, except for a small Gucci purse that dangled from his skinny shoulder. "I thought you wanted to see my dog," PVC said in a voice that suggested he was disappointed; the dog man fell to the floor a few feet from Arvie, then ponderously rose to its feet to waddle throughout the living room. PVC pulled a popper out of his purse and emptied the contents into a blue satin scarf. He slowly covered his face with it and enhaled for what seemed to be an eternity before rubbing the scarf between his legs in a provocative manner. Arvie fell on his back, and as if on cue the dog man rushed at him; it sat on Arvie's face and giggled. Arive's mouth was covered by its ass, but his eyes were free. He closed them, hoping all would disappear. When he opened them PVC's crotch was right above him, one hand behind his back. The hand re-appeared with a small therometer covered in lube. The other hand held a pair of golden pliers. Delicately, PVC broke the thermometer with the pliers. As glass and mercury filled Arvie's eyes, PVC whispered "what do you see now?"
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:rejoice
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:oreilly
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WHOA IT'S ALIVE
Went completely legit businessman, gave up cocaine. I'm still a fat weed smoker who likes to do hallucinogens + disco shit MDMA every once in a while.
Opened me a computer and Iphone repair shop with a "friend". Who ended up welshing on over 300 dollars worth of bills.
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I love Himuro. At least he knows how to satisfy me. Come get some, honey bear.
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Did you ever finish watching Beverly Hills 90210?
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Why the dupe Raperman?
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:comeon
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Haha what the fuck. EIGHT LIKES for the first post. :rofl
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Did you ever finish watching Beverly Hills 90210?
Oh fuck, I just found that DVD set the other week while cleaning and promptly re-lost it on purpose. It's probably one of the things that lead me back here, actually. In order it to balance karma, destroying that meant appearing here.
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I love Himuro. At least he knows how to satisfy me. Come get some, honey bear.
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i would love to cuddle while we watch barry lyndon's tremendous fall from grace and then rub whipped cream cherries all over each others taint before eating them.
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Yum yum gimme sum.
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The far right one looks like she has boner written on her. What the hell, I'll take her. Also Dirty. I'll give her my dirty boner.