It started with a friend’s diary entry :
Written about Friday 2008-03-07
Written:2008-0
"well you know when women sneeze they orgasm?"
From: [Chrysilla] (wonders why [smakeupfx] needs a big shower)
To: Friend
What does that look like, "sneezing an orgasm"? o.O
Letter number: 73384615
From: Friend
To: [Chrysilla] (wonders why [smakeupfx] needs a big shower)
I don't know. Strange I would imagine XD
Letter number: 73384629
From: [Chrysilla] (wonders why [smakeupfx] needs a big shower)
To: Friend
I can't even imagine that o.O What the hell did he mean by that, I wonder...
Letter number: 73384890
From: Friend
To: [Chrysilla] (wonders why [smakeupfx] needs a big shower)
Its because when we sneeze, every muscle in our body contracts, including the ones in our vagina, so apparently its a teent tiny orgasm.
Letter number: 73384901
From: [Chrysilla] (wonders why [smakeupfx] needs a big shower)
To: Friend
*forces herself to sneeze*
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Nope. Doesn't work.
XD
Letter number: 73384904
From: Friend
To: [Chrysilla] (wonders why [smakeupfx] needs a big shower)
Yea me either XD
My first animation! *pats*
http://i12.pho
Thanks [Dint] for Easytoons!
Writing contest and Photo contest @ The Red Inn!
Take part and you might get some nice prizes *wink*
I was having a very catchy dream this morning. I was at my gandma's house with my mother and sisters and lots of family. There was a vampire attacking the village, and then he came in our yard, grinning at us with his teeth dripping blood, and saying: "You think you can stand up against me, you poor little mortals?" I took the little baby that was with us in my arms, held her close, kissed her and put it in my grandmother's arms, and pushed her behind me so I can protect them. The vampire approached slowly with his evil grin while I was saying that the phoenix will surely appear and kill him*, and he laughed in my face. Then suddenly, there was a beautiful yellow and orange bird flying in circles above us, getting closer and closer, and I smiled triumphantly and showed it to the vampire. He turned to look at it, and the phoenix dived, aiming at his chest, and... drrrrriiiiiing
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* must be because of Pratchett's Carpe Jugulum where the phoenix is said to destroy vampires
Bwahahahahahah
It's just copy-paste, it didn't happen to me
<Anonymous> Now, I’m sure many of you have encountered little shits in supermarkets. Little kids running about and knocking things over, being rude, walking all over their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters. Yes, those little cunts that feel it is okay to bite you whenever they feel like it.
<Anonymous> Okay, here’s the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery stopping. He broke the fucking skin, too. This was when the gears started turning, the moment I saw a tiny sprickle of blood on the little shit’s teeth as he was grinning at me like the little cunt he is. I made my eyes get wide, and started screaming “SHIT! SHIT!.” Now, my good friend, Tom we’ll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting “FUCK! MAYBE HE DIDN’T GET IT! FUCK!.” By now, the kid is scared shitless and starts crying, and instantly, Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and starts getting pissy at us for yelling at her kid.
<Anonymous> Here’s the kicker, I look her straight in the eye and say, “Mam, get your son tested as soon as possible, he just bit me and I’m… I’m FUCKING HIV POSITIVE.”
<Anonymous> And now there is silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just fucked up big time because his mom isn’t defending his ass. She just stares at me wide eyed. I walk away from them, buy my shit from the wide eyed cashier, all the while blood is dripping from my calf, making a nice little trail on the floor. And, just s we leave, we start to hear the mother sobbing. Sobbing like the cunt she is.
<Anonymous> I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob.
*dies of laughter*
Speaking of cybersex... XD 1 million thanks to the friend that sent me this, I laughed too much XD
bloodninja: Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?
BritneySpears1
bloodninja: Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.
BritneySpears1
bloodninja: Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears1
bloodninja: Me too baby.
BritneySpears1
bloodninja: I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.
BritneySpears1
bloodninja: I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 chicken of the Infinite.
BritneySpears1
bloodninja: I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty F*ck of the Beyondness.
BritneySpears1
bloodninja: Don't f*ck with me bitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.
bloodninja: I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid.
BritneySpears1
bloodninja: Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.
bloodninja: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishment
bloodninja: You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now.
bloodninja: Baby?
At [manwe]'s express request, we give you... even more fun!
Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, F and G are the letters used to define bra sizes? If you have wondered why, but couldn't figure out what the letters stood for... It is about time you became informed! {A} - Almost Boobs... {B} - Barely there. {C} - Can't Complain! {D} - Damn! {DD} - Double damn! {E} - Enormous! {G} - GEEEEzus Christ! {F} - Fake.
Some Christmas fun... I thought I should share *wink*
Merry Christmas to you too
Today it's Romania's National Day. http://youtube
*takes solemn pose*
Cronical boredom is the most terrible and most merciless reason to get into a depression... a deep, dark depression.
I want this armchair for Christmas
Okay, I see everybody does this...
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
"And though he didn't dare asking Egor any question; he had guessed in his eyes that he had felt the same disgusting horror. To feel that someone approaches and begins to listen,someone you don't see, but whose presence you feel in the beating of your blood and which you recognize in the eyes of the other...
The two of them searched hastily something to say."
Mircea Eliade, "Miss Christina"
And my favourite poem of my favourite poet, Nichita Stanescu
Tell me, if I caught you one day
and kissed the sole of your foot,
wouldn't you limp a little then,
afraid to crush my kiss?...
Now, isn't that beautiful!
Sentimental story by Nichita Stanescu
Then we met more often.
I stood at one side of the hour,
you at the other,
like two handles of an amphora.
Only the words flew between us,
back and forth.
You could almost see their swirling,
and suddenly,
I would lower a knee,
and touch my elbow to the ground
to look at the grass, bent
by the falling of some word,
as though by the paw of a lion in flight.
The words spun between us,
back and forth,
and the more I loved you, the more
they continued, this whirl almost seen,
the structure of matter, the beginnings of things.
The golden age of love
My hands are in love,
alas, my mouth loves -
and see, I am suddenly aware
that things are so close to me
I can hardly walk among them
without suffering.
It is a sweet feeling
of waking, of dreaming,
and I am here now, without sleep -
I clearly see the ivory gods,
I take them in my hands and
thrust them, laughing, in the moon
up to their sculpted hilts -
the wheel of an ancient ship, adorned
and spun by sailors.
Jupiter is yellow, Hera
the magnificent shades to silver.
I strike the wheel with my left hand and it moves.
It is a dance of sentiments, my love,
many a goddess of the air, between the two of us.
And I, the sail of my soul
billowed with longing,
look for you everywhere, and things come
ever closer,
crowding my chest, hurting me.
From the book "Bas-Relief with Heroes"
english translation by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru.
One of my all times favourite poet