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I am a Pseudo-Intellectual
Tasteyourstuff
19/United States
Why I Am Here
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Last Visit: 139 weeks ago
Alex
Art Zone
Personal Zone
Misc. Zone
This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The left side has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
Okay, man, what in hell's name is your problem? I don't know if you think your shit story is funny or not, but it's not-especially not on someone else's page. Don't be asinine and childish-this is supposed to be a site dedicated to the Arts, not crude little children who like to flaunt their disrespect for others at random.
Back off.
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Knightly Rules:
Rule #1: If, in your travels, you come across a red pavillion in the woods DO NOT assume it is for you, because the owner will probably mistake you for his mistress while you are asleep. This can only end badly.
So I was just taking a shit, right, when I realize I'm massively constipated from the three Taco Bell burritos I had last night. There was no way that massive log was going to ease its way out of my o-ring without shredding it to bits. It felt like the shit was coming out sideways. I was petrified, scared to move as the shit eased its way half out of my stressed sphincter. Then, the unimaginable happened: it got stuck.
I slowly moved off the toilet to the cabinent to get a tube of KY-Jelly out of it; a rather strange sight with a giant brown pickle hanging out of my ass. I quicly applied some lube to my fingers and circled the hard turd with a blob of it, hoping that the lubrication may loosen the strain. Slowly, the turd began to give way, and I used my already lubed hand to slightly tug the shit out of my ass. My fingers slowly dug into the concrete-like turd, and with a loud pop and a sharp pain, the 'thing' was finally defecated. I plopped it into the toilet and unfortunately realized there was more on the way. I stuck my lubed finger up my anus to probe, and I felt yet another hard peice of shit. Not thinking about the pain, I stuck another two fingers up my sphincter and grabbed hold of the feces. I pulled it out much like the last one. Yet another turd formed in line in my anus, and I inserted my entire fist into my anus and pulled out the stringy piece of half-digested Taco Bell "food." The gray cheese looked perversely delicious among the rest of the brown mud. I slowly plucked a piece of the cheese off the turd and guided it into my mouth; the taste was amazing. I licked the shit off all my digits rapidly, and began plunging my hand into my anus for more.
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THIS ACCOUNT BROUGHT TO YOU BY EBAUMS WORLD.
THIS RAID HAS BEEN CARRIED OUT IN SERVICE OF THE GREAT SNAPESNOGGER. WE, HER SERVANTS FROM EBAUMS, WILL CRUSH YOU FOR YOUR INSOLENCE.
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Gomiire wa iri-garu tame nayamasu o Datona Beach desu.
In Datona Beach, it is illegal to molest a trashcan.
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WE'RE WORKING AT THE REQUEST OF SNAPESNOGGER
WE'RE FROM EBAUMS.
WE DO NOT FORGIVE.
THE GREAT SNOGGER SHALL CRUSH YOU FOR YOUR WAR CRIMES.
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my happy trees ARE ON FIRE!!
(weather mis-pronunciation) todays forcast calls for heavy perspiration followed by an accumulation of skeet and hail
...its angel mating season...
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my happy trees ARE ON FIRE!!
(weather mis-pronunciation) todays forcast calls for heavy perspiration followed by an accumulation of skeet and hail
...its angel mating season...
Back off.
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Knightly Rules:
Rule #1: If, in your travels, you come across a red pavillion in the woods DO NOT assume it is for you, because the owner will probably mistake you for his mistress while you are asleep. This can only end badly.
--
my happy trees ARE ON FIRE!!
(weather mis-pronunciation) todays forcast calls for heavy perspiration followed by an accumulation of skeet and hail
...its angel mating season...
I slowly moved off the toilet to the cabinent to get a tube of KY-Jelly out of it; a rather strange sight with a giant brown pickle hanging out of my ass. I quicly applied some lube to my fingers and circled the hard turd with a blob of it, hoping that the lubrication may loosen the strain. Slowly, the turd began to give way, and I used my already lubed hand to slightly tug the shit out of my ass. My fingers slowly dug into the concrete-like turd, and with a loud pop and a sharp pain, the 'thing' was finally defecated. I plopped it into the toilet and unfortunately realized there was more on the way. I stuck my lubed finger up my anus to probe, and I felt yet another hard peice of shit. Not thinking about the pain, I stuck another two fingers up my sphincter and grabbed hold of the feces. I pulled it out much like the last one. Yet another turd formed in line in my anus, and I inserted my entire fist into my anus and pulled out the stringy piece of half-digested Taco Bell "food." The gray cheese looked perversely delicious among the rest of the brown mud. I slowly plucked a piece of the cheese off the turd and guided it into my mouth; the taste was amazing. I licked the shit off all my digits rapidly, and began plunging my hand into my anus for more.
--
THIS ACCOUNT BROUGHT TO YOU BY EBAUMS WORLD.
THIS RAID HAS BEEN CARRIED OUT IN SERVICE OF THE GREAT SNAPESNOGGER. WE, HER SERVANTS FROM EBAUMS, WILL CRUSH YOU FOR YOUR INSOLENCE.
凸(^_^)凸
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