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You guys are dreaming about forums and about sour milk? Christ, my dreams are way more awesome than that.

Forumwarz doesn't like you hotlinking DE. I had to do extra work to see that picture of a teenage girl.....and it's easy enough to go into the trunk of my car if I want to see teenage girls, I don't need to be pulling out URLs from non-sent pictures.

Also, you have that saying turned around. The tubes are full of MIDDLE AGED MEN posing as YOUNG WOMEN.

Yes, I'd agree that it is a pity you don't know me well enough to dream about my junk.

 

You guys want awesome?

Ok, last night I dreamt I was lost in some post-apocalyptic desert. I knew this because of the music playing in the background.
Anyway, I found myself in the company of a dog, when all of the sudden a bunch of sand-ninjas popped out of the ground! I was stunned, and the dog was even more stunned. It wet itself.
I sprung into action by jumping into the air. I screamed,
"You bastards! You killed my father!"

They said, "No, we didn't. We let him die."

"Stop spouting semantics, you sandy demons!"

We fought. It was me against 134 sand-ninjas, and their sandy tactics. I was unstoppable, until they picked up the dog.
It was just me, and the ninja who grabbed the dog, and the dog.
"Take one step closer and I kill this soaking dog!"
"He wet himself."
"Gross! Eww, I can't believe I picked up a dog that pissed on itself!"
He dropped the dog.
I chime in, "Fool! The dog was the only thing between my fist and the back of your skull!"
I kill the ninja, but I completely ignore the dog and keep on walking.

I eventually get to this big clearing, and there are a couple guys standing there with medieval weapons and shields. I'm holding a pot lid.

"Hey, is this were the great battle is supposed to be?"

"I dunno. Let's wait a little bit. Are there any more coming?"

"No."

We wait for a few minutes, and all the sudden the ground starts shaking, and we hear shouts in the air. We tense up for battle, but realize it's just more guys come to help us in the great battle.

"So, when's the other side getting here?"

"I dunno. Wanna fight each other instead?"

"YEAH!!"

So we all start fighting. I'm less unstoppable at this point, and only succeed in knocking one guy out with my pot lid. Everyone spots this guy on the ground, and so everyone whips out a sharpie.

"Let's write on him before he wakes up!"

And that was the dream.

 

And hoping that they will use pencil inkt on you.

 

...Pencils use a graphite/clay composite.

 

Roald Dahl did it in his short story, "Lamb to the Slaughter."

A betrayed wife kills her husband with the frozen leg of a lamb, and then cooks it and feeds it to the cops that come to her house investigating the murder.
Well, she may or may not have been betrayed. She did it in response to something her husband had said to her, but what was said is never discussed in the story.

 

Sorry, I really meant a pen, but I always seems to forget which is which.

Now some interesting cases:

1. There was even a case, that a man killed his wife because, she did not want to help him with a crossword puzzle.

2. Well, and everyone knows about the case that happend in Germany.(German Cannibal Case.)

 

Well yea ofcourse, I mean, he showed us pictures, right?

 

I banged Angelina Jolie in my dream. Pre-Tomb Raider Angelina Jolie, mind you.

 

I have sex all the time in my dreams. The god of dreams must like me.

 

Or you don't get your rocks off very often during the day.

 

Oh, DE, I havn't spammed that much...

 

At the time of this response, you've made 971 posts. You've made 0 posts that were worth the time it took to read them. Therefore, you've spammed 971 times. In other words, there's not a single person here who gives a shit about anything you've said in the whole time you've been here, so you should probably just pack your e-bags and get the fuck out!

 

oohh, someone just read 971 post!

Think not sir, think not. Don't you come here and think you can trick me into believing you have read all my posts.

Besides, you havn't written that many posts that have been worth looking at.

 

You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?

 

It was a case in the 1920's or 1930's, so it could take me very long to find something about it.

Oke, here are the resources:

http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2003/11/ ... 79626.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armin_Meiwes

http://www.cnn.com/2004/WORLD/europe/01 ... index.html

http://www.spiegel.de/international/0,1 ... 39,00.html

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2003/de ... ukeharding

Happy reading for the night.

Oke, here is an another bizar case:

http://www.highbeam.com/doc/1P2-1571840.html

He was just killed for his bloody shoes!!!.

 

Of course not. I don't need to swim through a cesspool to tell you that it's full of shit.

What can I say? There's never anything good on TV.