The last person to post here WINS!
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It was the year of our lord, 10,002BC. All around there was desolation and despair, for Man had seen the future. In his cave one lonely night, Man said to Woman “Ugh” and she willing replied “U-Ughoo”. From that day forth they lived in sin, raising many children, all with different names and hair lengths. And it was one of these children that grew head and shoulders above the rest. He would hunt Sabre Tooth, Mammoth and Wolf. He would forage and scavenge for food and berries, and in all the land known to this family, he was by far the best.
He grew and grew into a strong and brave Man, gathering more and more followers behind him as he developed a homestead within a complex tunnel system. There they grew weed and made fine bowls from the rock that they mined as they expanded their cave-homes to include en-suite bathrooms (holes in the ground) and home cinema rooms (where they’d paint huge drawings upon the massive walls at one end).
The dawn of Man was beautiful. At every stream and watering hole Men would gather and smoke their homegrown and drink pints of water whilst talking of women and a new game they’d invented involving the kicking of mammouth guts stuffed with sabretooth fur. Sometimes they’d sit and watch the wall of a nearby rock face where they had painted pictures of them playing this game.
Eventually, the women joined the men but broke them away from the gathering Men so that they could talk about their day, their problems and what trouble the children got into. They would stop the Men from drinking more than 2 pints of water from their stone water jugs, as they knew any more would involve much fondling and eventual snoring half way thru an evening of rampant molestation.
Eventually they would convince the Man to return to the cave with them, leaving their male friends behind to jeer and jostle, making fists with their thumbs pointing down and then placing the tip of the thumb against their heads.
It was at this point that the dawn of Man came to an end. Caves became filled with the stone water jugs being filled with dried leaves and plants, or stuffed with colourful flowers to “brighten up the place”. Sabretooth skin rugs were placed on the floors of the cave instead of across the broad backs of the strong men. The children were given tree bark to make closings for their section of the cave, for “privacy”, and allowed to stay away from the cave for long periods of time with other children from neighbouring caves.
Man was now consigned to hunt for food just to keep the family in comfort. No longer could he grow his weed at home for fear of the females and judgement from some of the older males, and no longer could he visit the watering holes to join his friends. Thus ended the dawn of Man, with the advent of “relationships”. Women were now the dominate force amongst these once proud Men.
In days of old it was the Man that clubbed the Woman over the head and dragged them back to the cave for much fondling, but now it was the Woman’s turn to do the clubbing. Not for fondling, but so that Man could put up shelves and chastise the children for the misbehavings they performed.
And so it is today that Man can still not remove himself from the position of slave that Woman had forced upon him all those centuries ago.
I win again! :1orglaugh
He grew and grew into a strong and brave Man, gathering more and more followers behind him as he developed a homestead within a complex tunnel system. There they grew weed and made fine bowls from the rock that they mined as they expanded their cave-homes to include en-suite bathrooms (holes in the ground) and home cinema rooms (where they’d paint huge drawings upon the massive walls at one end).
The dawn of Man was beautiful. At every stream and watering hole Men would gather and smoke their homegrown and drink pints of water whilst talking of women and a new game they’d invented involving the kicking of mammouth guts stuffed with sabretooth fur. Sometimes they’d sit and watch the wall of a nearby rock face where they had painted pictures of them playing this game.
Eventually, the women joined the men but broke them away from the gathering Men so that they could talk about their day, their problems and what trouble the children got into. They would stop the Men from drinking more than 2 pints of water from their stone water jugs, as they knew any more would involve much fondling and eventual snoring half way thru an evening of rampant molestation.
Eventually they would convince the Man to return to the cave with them, leaving their male friends behind to jeer and jostle, making fists with their thumbs pointing down and then placing the tip of the thumb against their heads.
It was at this point that the dawn of Man came to an end. Caves became filled with the stone water jugs being filled with dried leaves and plants, or stuffed with colourful flowers to “brighten up the place”. Sabretooth skin rugs were placed on the floors of the cave instead of across the broad backs of the strong men. The children were given tree bark to make closings for their section of the cave, for “privacy”, and allowed to stay away from the cave for long periods of time with other children from neighbouring caves.
Man was now consigned to hunt for food just to keep the family in comfort. No longer could he grow his weed at home for fear of the females and judgement from some of the older males, and no longer could he visit the watering holes to join his friends. Thus ended the dawn of Man, with the advent of “relationships”. Women were now the dominate force amongst these once proud Men.
In days of old it was the Man that clubbed the Woman over the head and dragged them back to the cave for much fondling, but now it was the Woman’s turn to do the clubbing. Not for fondling, but so that Man could put up shelves and chastise the children for the misbehavings they performed.
And so it is today that Man can still not remove himself from the position of slave that Woman had forced upon him all those centuries ago.
I win again! :1orglaugh
Vanilla Bear
Bears For Life
Okay enough of all this. Im the last one who posts in here. Im the winner.
CLOSED!
Ha. Just kidding
:tongue:
CLOSED!
Ha. Just kidding
:tongue:
L3ggy
Special Operations FOX-HOUND
Vandraren har ingen stans att gå, när han kommit fram till slutet.
Månen färgar alla skuggor blå, han är ensam kvar där ute.
Långt där borta från en enslig gård, lyser värmen ut i natten.
Väcker hungern i hans frusna kropp, som har levt på luft och vatten.
Det gör ont, men gå ändå, du kan alltid vända om.
Det gör ont, men gå ända, du är här och kom hit som en vandrare.
Klockan ringer för en ensam själ, den har lånat röst av döden.
Vill den illa eller vill den väl, när den räknar våra öden.
Sluta tänka det är svårt ändå, du får ta en dag i taget.
Vandraren har ingen stans att gå, om han går vid sista slaget.
Det gör ont, men gå ändå, du kan alltid vända om.
Det gör ont, men gå ända, du är här och kom hit som en vandrare.
Det gör ont, men gå ändå, du kan alltid vända om.
Det gör ont, men gå ända, du är här och kom hit som en vandrare
Månen färgar alla skuggor blå, han är ensam kvar där ute.
Långt där borta från en enslig gård, lyser värmen ut i natten.
Väcker hungern i hans frusna kropp, som har levt på luft och vatten.
Det gör ont, men gå ändå, du kan alltid vända om.
Det gör ont, men gå ända, du är här och kom hit som en vandrare.
Klockan ringer för en ensam själ, den har lånat röst av döden.
Vill den illa eller vill den väl, när den räknar våra öden.
Sluta tänka det är svårt ändå, du får ta en dag i taget.
Vandraren har ingen stans att gå, om han går vid sista slaget.
Det gör ont, men gå ändå, du kan alltid vända om.
Det gör ont, men gå ända, du är här och kom hit som en vandrare.
Det gör ont, men gå ändå, du kan alltid vända om.
Det gör ont, men gå ända, du är här och kom hit som en vandrare
The Walker Hasn't Got Any Where To Go, When Has Reached The End. The M n Color All The Shadows Blue, He Is Out There Alone. Long Away From A Single Farm, The Heat Shine Out In The Night. Awakes The Hunger In His Frozen Body, Which Has Lived On Air And Water.
It Hurts, But Still Walk, You Can Always Turn Around. It Hurts But, But Still Walk, You're Here And Came Here As A Walker.
The Bell Is Ringing For A Lonely Soul, It Has Borrowed Voice of Death. Does Want Bad or Does It Want Well, When It Counts Our Destiny, Stop Thunk It's Still Hard, You'll Have To One Day At A Time. The Walker Has Nowhere To Go, If He Walks To The Final Moment.
It Hurts, But Still Walk, You Can Always Turn Around. It Hurts But, But Still Walk, You're Here And Came Here As A Walker.
It Hurts, But Still Walk, You Can Always Turn Around. It Hurts But, But Still Walk, You're Here And Came Here As A Walker.
The Bell Is Ringing For A Lonely Soul, It Has Borrowed Voice of Death. Does Want Bad or Does It Want Well, When It Counts Our Destiny, Stop Thunk It's Still Hard, You'll Have To One Day At A Time. The Walker Has Nowhere To Go, If He Walks To The Final Moment.
It Hurts, But Still Walk, You Can Always Turn Around. It Hurts But, But Still Walk, You're Here And Came Here As A Walker.
is it a bird or or is it a plain ???
It's an ass ...
a Belgianass ...
It's an ass ...
a Belgianass ...
