Is driving through Newark tantamount to surrenderering your car and asking a man with face tattoos to shoot you in the temple?
Well answer the question yourself. Why do so many people here put forward pathetic questions like this but never answer them?Hey, don't talk to me buddy—talk to this ***** Creep character.
I'm just trying to find out how many people think his brand of filth is hot.
No you're not. You are just being pathetic. & again provide your own answer if you are going to ask these tiresome questions.Exactly, and now let me play devil's advocate and ask:
"Is *********** in say, a frat house, or the bathroom of the bus station, tantamount to consent?"
Now again, I am not condoning or condemning, merely posing philosophical questions.
It's slowly dawning on me that some of the people responding to this thread are not aware of the infamous character that prompted it's posting.
He is called the "***** Creep" and this is his site: Premium Link Upgrade
Meh... it's just another theme for which I guess the question could have been are you into that kind of theme?
And actually, while we like to keep things light,
there is a sociological element to this discussion
spawned by the exhaustively documented activities
of the notorious El Cazador del Duerme.
Say what you will, but that sure does sound like a cool name. I am El Cazador del Duerme!!!
Everything sounds better in the romance languages.
I'd still like to know how to say that in German. If I could master it in German, I bet I could randomly yell it out at meetings and totally scare the **** out of the people at work.
Does having sex with a woman who was aware and awake, but then ****** out during the act from her massive consumption of ***** count?
It all depends— did you stop when she ****** out?
Are you insane? Did I partake a second round because she was out to the world. No I did not.
I'd rather steal the goods after finding her shitfaced-blacked out ***** . . .
but after ***** her last mouthful.