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Discussion in 'Hall of AEpic' started by slimelurker, May 29, 2015.
Hall of Æpic allows no edits. All your flaws are presented for the world in all their impure glory.
You don't know about Raine Dog?
Allow me to educate you!
Oh god this thread is going places that even I couldn't predict.
Just be thankful that you're participating in EDF history.
YOU FUCKER YOU STOLE MY SHIT!
Did I tell the joke before you got a chance?
Question of the day:
Is agreeing with Sir Wulfington as bad as rape? Because I can't imagine what he would do if he started to feel the joy of someone finally agreeing with him on his fucked up point of views.
you guys did it!
@ilovejesu69 Make an option for me to like this more than once.
Also let me edit
We should remove the edit button from every thread, this is amusing
I've given more thought about that than I probably should've.
I fucking agree also.
This is even more disturbing than I first feared.
You clearly dream about food, even while ostensibly awake.
Fortunately, Dr Scummy can help.
The therapy is going to be humiliating, and at times, quite painful. But don't lose hope. There is a light at the end of the dark tunnel in which you currently find yourself.
Now, dress up in your band uniform, and we will commence phase 1...
this is the same reaction wulfy has when he realizes his life doesn't have an edit button...
That's a natural reaction to commencing therapy.
Now lie back and close your eyes. You will listen to my voice, and you will trust what I say without question.
Don't be weird scummy.
That ship has long since sailed, little Boudie...
Let's go back to your childhood.
You're a girl of, say, around 11 years old. It is about 3pm on a Spring afternoon, and you are feeling hungry. It will take you about 20 mins to walk home from where you are, and you know that there's probably no food in the house.
You have no money on you. All you have is the growing hunger in your young stomach...
A stranger in a car stops and asks you if you are OK, and if he can help you.
He seems trustworthy, although a small glimmer of alarm starts up at the back of your mind, but you are getting hungrier by the second.
1) Say "No"
2) Say "Yes, I'm Hungry"
3) Say "Yes, I need a ride home"
Interesting choice. This reveals much about your psyche.
The handsome (if somewhat hairy and overweight) stranger draws a surprisingly sharp breath, and stares at your with his suddenly piercing eyes.
You find yourself locked in his gaze, and all you can think of his his hands on your virgin, underage skin; caressing your back while kissing your neck; and then unwrapping a perfectly made BLT with crispy bacon, fresh tomato and crunchy yet soft supple bread...
Suddenly, you realise that an unfamiliar moistness and warmth has invaded your groin, and your panties are wet and sticking to your slippery gash...
Is it due to:
1) The stranger's rough but gentle touch?
2) The thought of the BLT crossing your aching tongue, and sliding down your throat?
3) It's a fucking humid day in PA you fucking pervert; we're all fucking sweaty, now piss off before I call the cops.
50 Shades of EDF.
I showed that one book cover to a friend of mine:
Actually, it's quite nice there, minus the possible rain of course.