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What do you think of this handsome man greg oden?
BQ: Can he still play? he's still posing naked pics on the net I think that one injured his monster black cock
as you said he has a large c0ck
Is this weird...?
i have a 27" black monster cock, i've been told its weird?

i thought girls would like it so i stripped in the girls locker room and the all fainted ... WTF?!?

halp
Dude, you need to go and enlist in the nearest porn movie with that anaconda. walking with the proverbial third leg requires some techniques not to be seen in public and causing embarassement. one should wear briefs to limit the movement which could cause an erection. one should have a string available on both thighs in case it should slip out so it can stay restrained to the right or left leg. One should NOT wear attire that would advertise (unless on purpose) like a c0ckring, loose underwear, going commando.
Would you feel odd if somebody asked you....?
this this was sent by a user here called 'adolf hitler jnr' he is on this section time to time and this is what he emailed and asked me this.

From: adolf hitler jnr

Subject: u

Message: you got a monster black cock?



What a weird - warped - gay - racist he is - don't you agree?
Nobody has ever asked me that :o)
What do women expect in black men in terms of penis size?
Okay, let me elaborate. I am a black male and slightly above average at 6.65 inches and trust me, there are other black dudes like me out there. So my question is what do women expect from black men in terms of the size of the package especially women of other races b/c for the black women I've been with it's never an issue. But the women of other races (not all of them) seem to expect me to be packing a monster cock like the guys in porn, some of them don't voice it out but i see the look in on their faces.
Most white women think black men are like 8 to 10 inches. These same women also think all Asians have small penises. Most men are average, hince the word "average" and that's really better because the G spot is halfway up, not at the end of the road. LOL women...
Why do the female porn stars not react like a normal women when having sex?
I know they are acting and they are paid for that. But still how can you keep smiling into the camera when you are penetrated in your *** and vagina by some big black cock or cocks. End of the day these stars too are human. Dont they feel any pain or any good feelings, that they keep smiling at the camera or making all those fake noises. Do they take some drug or local anaesthesia to overcome these feelings and go on with the act. Even a normal penis makes me moan or cry in orgasm or pain depending on how my partner enters. And these women take in those monster black ones. Would surely love to try out one.
LOL these girls are use to it and there pu$$ys are probably lose and they don't feel any thing and plus these porn girls are probably coked out their mind when doing those movies
Should my roommate have his dog neutered? He doesn't hump, but his penis is huge and gross. What should he do?
He's been debating it for a couple years now. Dakota is almost 3...half German Sheppard/half black lab. He's a fairly obedient, but ridiculously dumb dog. He's got a monster cock for a dog, but I don't think he realizes it because he doesn't hump and never goes after the bitches in the park. None of us like seeing the red rocket when it's launched, but obviously we can't hold that against him. But if he doesn't realize the lumber he's carrying around, what's the point of him even having it? If anything, he'll become more tame and that will benefit everyone. Thoughts?
lmao this has nothing to do with mens health
Pretty weird unexplainable dream the other night...?
I was dreaming that I was standing in front of this lake, and then a gigantic playground was rising from the mulch on the ground. Then, a giant black jiggling creature with claws for hands rose up behind it, looking like a giant jello monster, but it had red yes and fangs, and a mouth like Venom, from Spider-man.
I started climbing the play set and then lava appeared at the bottom.
There were 20 or so other teenagers on it as well, with knives, swords, and powers. Like, super powers. I then accidentally slipped off the side and hung in mid air. I was floating there. I could fly. Then, next to the jello monster, the cock tower Big Ben rose up and a poem recited that I can still remember. Something about grab the sword from Ben's face or his hands or something. So me and two other teens climbed the stairs in Big ben while the jello claws swiped at us.

Then, I broke through Ben's face, after swerving to avoid giant gears, and snapped the metal hand off easily. I then ran the jello monster through with it to where it went toppling over in the lake. Then I crawled through this tiny tunnel and got stuck at the end, then I woke up.

It was really random and unexpected. Anyone have any idea what it means??
Dreams are a way of sorting your memories, thoughts, and deepest desires. hope it helps
Writing a story, and just want to see what you guys think.?
The night was suttle in New York City. A small bird sat restlessly on her nest awaiting for her clutch in Central Park .Than out of the suttle night a hand flung up behind the bird and quickly grabbed it. The hand was deformed, but the bird was not able to see the monsterous hand that had picked it up for the monster moved so quickly.In the silent night you hear the birds bones break and crack as the monster chomps on it.

In one of the buildings near Central Park a man rested silently in his bed with his t.v on.The monster than peeked his head up through the man's window. He saw the man on his bed with a potato chips bag on the side of him. The monster slowly slid his window open and crept through the window. Then slowly crawled to the man. The monster reached for the man with its hideous, but at the same time powerful arm.

The door to the mans room flew open. A burst of light shocked the man and caused him to wake up. Than the monster screamed. The man looked to his side noticing the monster and jumped out of bed. A man dressed in a long black jaget ****** his shot gun and aimed it at the monster.

"Cockadoodle doo you ugly monster." The man said. He then shot a bullet at it. The monster gave a long screech and jumped up dodging the bullet. The man kept shooting at the monster missing every shot.The monster than leaped out the window shattering the glass.

The man with the shot gun looked at the man that owned the apartment and said," I hate those dang teenagers dressed up as monsters."

The man is speechless for a while then looked at him and replied," Me too."

Then the man holding his shot gun still, ran outside and got in to his black mustang.

He than started his car and began to follow the monster in to central park.The monster is still running through central park. Then the man pulled to the side of the monster. The monster and the man are head to head. The monster looks at him and growls at him. The man pulled out his gun and pointed it at the monster still driving his car. As soon as he was about to get a clear shot he ran over a rock making him lose his shot. The man shook his head and pointed his gun again.

The monster than jumped on to a tree. Dissapearing out of the mans sight.The man stopped his car. The night was suttle again. The man just looked around for the monster still sitting in his car. The man heard the monster scream again and said to himself," Ok." He than rolled up his window. As soon as the window closed all the way. The monster slammed down on the mans car making a dent on his car roof."This is my favorite car and you just ruined it!" The man yelled. He than began shooting his roof trying to get the monster.

He stopped shooting. The monster was not on the car roof anymore.Than the monster jumped to the side of the mans car door. The man pointed his gun at him and shot, but he shot nothing since his gun is now out of bullets. The monster then grabbed the man's car door and flung it behind him.The man said to himself,"Crap."Then pulled out his knife. The monster picked the man up and threw him to a tree. The man hit the tree. Than the man stood up and began charging at the monster with his knife in his right hand. The monster charged at him as well. They met and rolled on top of each other. The man's knife fell out of his hand flying a few yards away from him.

They began fist fighting. The monster was on top of the man throwing vicious punches at him. The man kept his arms up so that he can cover his face. The man then grabbed the monsters ears and began pulling on them as hard as he can.The ears began to slowly rip off from its skull.The monster yelled in pain, than fell back squeezing its ears. The man ran to his knife. The monster saw this and got up. The monsters ears began to dangle since it was still attached to him by a few strings of skin attached to its skull and ear.It jumped up at the man.

The man got his knife and put it on his chest facing up. The monster jumped right in to the dagger making the dagger plunge through its heart. The monster quickly jumped off the man screaming in pain and scratching at his chest.The man got up and looked at the ugly monster as it slowly transformed in to a human.The man bent down and pulled his knife out of the now human's chest.He then said," Just another day on the job."He then walked over to his mustang and began driving away.

The man drove up to a house. He walked in and noticed the phone light beeping. He pressed the button and it said," Hello Agent Jacob Eadweard i am FBI agent Portca, and i need you for an assignment, yes i know you are who they call The Demon Killer, we will be at your house in 30 seconds after you get this message."

Jacob is the man that killed the monster. Jacob looked around he than grabbed a back pack and hurried to grab supplies he needed supplies such as food,weapons,and clothing. He ran out of his house and ran to his car. As soon as he was about to reach his car.
I'm sorry, but I couldn't finish it. First of all, is suttle supposed to be subtle? That's not an adjective to describe NYC. Maybe if you said something like the charged particles in the air underwent a subtle change it would make more sense. Learn to use the spell checker--if you intend to publish, you'll need it on a regular basis.

How can a phone light beep? Again, try, the beeping light in the darkened room fairly begged to be answered.

You must not know NYC. The Central Park area is high-claa apartment buildings. This monster would have to be King Kong.

You have choppy sentences that are confusing.Spend time on descriptions. Also, was the man a random choice or was he a target? You lost me when the guy came charging in w/ the gun.

I'm not saying give up. Use this as notes & flesh the story more.

There's no way anyone could grab that much gear & make it out to the car in 30 sec.
One more rap for tonight haha...review/feedback? This one's kind of a story I guess.?
Little different style, but again, if you like radio rap you won't like this.
This one's more of a story


A strong belief in the downfall of humanity
Kurt Cobain, blown away by the insanity of the
Hatred living in the innards of civilians that are
Crazy cause of the animosity rotting in their bodies
Like flesh on the dead, put the 9 to his head, bam,
Pumped full of lead. Just like that guy from Nirvana.
And all he wanted was a real nice life, become a writer,
Have some guys with a real nice wife. He put down his pen
And picked up a knife, ruined his life to take those of
The people who wronged him causing this prolonged
Anger to find it’s release, who he once called his enemies
Now become the deceased.

See they always knew Benny was different. An angry and twisted little guy.
Crippled in the head, brilliant, but could snap in an
Instant. He grew with his rage, he hated the world so
He turned to the pages he’d fill with the thoughts he’d try
to keep caged inside of his mind And at night he would cry cause
it was getting harder to hide how strange he was, he just wanted to die.


Soon those tears turned to anger, and Benny grew stranger no longer
The angel his parents hoped he would be. That angel turned black along
With his soul no where to turn to, the world all his own. An obsession
With pain, he befriended the blade, which befriended his veins. Oh how
He wished it was those of the people he hated. He couldn’t do it, always afraid.
Afraid of the anger, afraid of the danger he’d cause to the people who made
Him deranged. A heathen, a demon, can no longer be caged.


One night, locked up in his room, engulfed by the darkness Benny plotted
The doom of the people around him. His mind loomed on the thoughts of
Them hanging taught from the tree by a noose Benny made on his own. He
Looked up at the moon and took it’s advice, agreed it wasn’t enough and
Reached for his knife. Overwrought by the evil inside of his hollowed out
Chest, Benny headed for his school, he figured prom night was best to
Carry out the wishes of the voices in his brain. “Leave them crying and maimed”
they told him, he proudly agreed to proceed with his plan, a shadow of the damned
Followed him into the gym, where the murders were grim, no one could stop it, no
One could stop him. Not Benny, but the Devil inside, the two used to be different
But the spirits collided creating a monster, an atrocity, built on animosity toward
Everyone and everything. The prom Queen and the King were the first on his list
He was persistent on slashing their wrists with the quickness, just like his wrists.
“Now they’ll feel sorry” he said with a clenched fist around metal, stabbing
And twisting into the clavicles of the bodies laying in front of him. Pleading and
Begging to prevent further bleeding. Blood blending with tears of the victims and
Tears of the killer. A new common ground, the irony’s chilling, isn’t it?


Now here Benny boy sits, with more slits in his wrists. He’s starting to
Get that nothing’s been accomplished by that killin bullshit. Now he’s
Constantly haunted by the taunting of those who once lived. He sees
Them as he left them, bleeding and broken, feining and hoping
To come alive again and seek their revenge on the demon within the
One who took it upon him to cut their lives short. They come to Benny
As spirits, quiet as crickets, givin Benny the sickness to
Bring him the stillness. Contemplatin, hes takin the bait
They want him to do this, to share in their fate. Become one
With the tortured, while they fly with the saints. Cock it,
Cock it, pull it, pull it. They weigh heavy on his shoulders.
No more deciding he goes for the head. A temple invaded,
A brain full of lead.

I have two more on here if you want to see them.

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Read and review please- quick snippet from a project of mine?
Requiem-

A gentle breeze brushed steadily through a vast field of rolling hills, swaying grass and foliage alike. The sky above as blue and cloudless as the open seas that lay just past the coast, the salty tinge of sea water blanketing the hillsides below. Across the knoll a young man franticly sprints across a hilltop, his once white collar now stained with sweat atop his fine wool jacket. He was a man of god, a carrier of the word, yet he took no solace in the all encompassing salvation that he had so righteously preached to his flock only moments before. Yes he was a man of God, but he was still a man of flesh and he had sinned. With his breath now only ragged gasps for air he slowed and dared to survey the hills from which he had come. He was still a young, his body strong and he had always considered himself to be fast, faster than most and now as he swept his gaze across the sea of green he allowed himself the faintest of smiles. No cloaked man followed, no burning red eyes boring into his soul. He was a man of god after all and god would not let harm come to a Shepard of his flock. Uttering a prayer to himself the young father stood from him crouch, his breath still labored in his chest prompting the father to question how much of his youth in fact remained. Yet it mattered not, for he was alive, tired and panicked but still alive.

Blood streamed from the shoulder of his fine jacket, a bloody tear he hadn’t noticed before, encouraging the father to continue into town and to safety but as he began his trek, much to his surprise his legs failed him. Instead of moving the limbs folded under him, causing him to tumble down the sloped bank like a puppet who’s master had suddenly cast it aside. Now his arms began to feel as if they were weighted down by shackles of giant stones. Fear began to grow inside the holy man, growing from a sense of unease to dread into a bout of all out panic. The crisp salty air which once brought feelings of peace and tranquility was now a smothering blanket of moisture and humidity. With a mighty effort the Father brought himself to his knees, fighting against the throbbing in his skull and the pain in his chest, the edges of his vision slowly dimming in the glaring afternoon sun. “Who are you?” he croaked at empty country side, the words harsh and choked between heaving sobs and his panic turning to hysteria as without warning, everything stopped. The gentle breeze and swaying foliage, the shifting clouds and singing birds all for one fleeting moment stopped and in that moment he appeared.

Where there had once been nothing there he stood, black cloak pulled tightly against a slender frame. The cloaked figure approached the father with slow measured steps, in no hurry and paying no heed to the hysteric cries of the kneeling Holy man before him. “wh…who are you?” sputtered the Priest, a thin line of spittle escaping his lips. The hooded figure ****** his head, as if surprised by the inquiry before responding. “It matters not who I am, man of god.” The cloaked figure replied evenly. “More important is to why I am here.” The slender shape beneath the cloak stirred slightly before continuing. “You fancy yourself a Messenger of your god, a Shepard who guides his flock and chases away the wolves...” Venom suddenly crept into the Wraiths voice. “ But who is to protect the flock when their Shepard becomes the wolf?” From the seemingly infinite depths of the cloak a hand appeared, black and heavily scaled like a monster from some unholy abyss, to brush aside the hood. A face, so young yet as emotionless as stone and alabaster white stared unblinkingly at the Father with cold Red eyes, more akin to pools of blood than the eyes of a man. Sweat poured down the Hapless mans face, mixing with tears to drop unnoticed to the earth below. “The poison running through your veins won’t kill you, that is not how you will die today.”

The albino shielded his eyes against the overhead sun before continuing. “Three guyren, two sisters and a little boy have disappeared since your arrival at this town. Their remains found outside of town. I’m afraid the rumors of the butcher Priest have followed you here as well Father.” A cane appeared from within the cloak, grasped gingerly in the black scaled fist. “Please…oh god please no...” began the Father, a trembling hand reaching desperately up for mercy. But before the begging hand could reach the Albino, a flash of silver streaked out for the cloaked man, drawing a howl from the Young father as his outstretched hand fell to the ground, already stained with his own precious blood. The albino stood silently regarding the sobbing figure. “My name is Rumina Kurono Butcher Priest, and today I take you from this world. And now you die on your knees, like a dog. I suggest you take this final moment to reflect on what has brought you to this end.” For a moment all was still, Kurono looking out across the rolling hills as the The B
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