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- is it bad to like kramer now? he said a bunch of stuff. i still think he's an excellent character. when i came to i was in a ditch, and the tank, was FULL. haha. that's golden jerry, golden
- [img]https://www.anony.ws/i/2016/06/30/20160629_214705.jpg[/img]
- thank you i will give this a try!
- lately my macbook air has been heating up extremely quickly, like from just one brazzers trailer. what's the deal is it because it's old and the cooling gels aren't working anymore
- joop here, I like cheese and being in the club with your niece
- HAD A really fucked up dream that we all had been duped and this was in fact bI(capital "i")oard. bioard
- You will find that I will only truly have left this site when none here are loyal to me. You will also find that help will be given at Bloard to those who ask for it.
- theory: bloard is both the club [i]and[/i] the niece. still can't fucken do italics
- Here's a little peek into the big J's schedule. Just an average day 8:00 - roll outta bed (rise & grind much? lol), do fifteen minutes of stretching, then stroll downstairs for... 8:15 - breakfast! first meal of the day, baby. during this time I flip open my downstairs laptop. homepage is of course the bloard.com top posts page. while i eat my cereal i reacquaint myself with all the good times we've had on here 8:30 - back upstairs. it's time to wash up, brush the ol' chompers, and shave if i haven't in the last four days. touching the mirror above my sink naturally brings up the bloard top page, which i browse via touch interface to catch up with any new posts. i make sure not to be gargling water while i do this becus you never know when a hot new swann post might crack u up, and i don't want to choke on the water and hit my head on the sink and die. 8:45 - it's time to get dressed. as i pick out my outfit, I instruct amazon echo to run my bloard_one_ups.exe program, which scans the forum for any new likes that have been applied to posts. echo tells me who has made the likes and what the posts are. 9:00 - now i'm ready for work. i hop on the local B line and on the ten-minute ride to my office load up twitter and name search "bloard" to see what the chatter is around "town" (the internet). 9:15 - finally i'm in my office. it's time to do my job — bloard posting. i crack my knuckles and get down to business. most days i can't think of anything to write. other days i'll look around for a cool new lizard picture for future use. my office, which is actually my bedroom (i take the bus around the block and get off where I got on), is outfitted with furniture conducive to content generation. 12:00 - unch 12:30 - i take an hour-long cold shower. this usually cools me off and gets me back to where i belong, mentally, after the time i spent jacking off during the last ten minutes of unch. 1:30 - this is where the bulk of my posting happens. wrapped in twenty layers of flannel blankets made from recycled printed out bloard posts, i work my mind and body into a hot content frenzy. some of my greatest posts happened during this time. for instance, the one i posted in the no irony thread. it got like 5 likes 9:00 - if i haven't fainted from dehydration at this point, i grab a little bite to eat before lying down and going to... 9:15 - sleep.
- i know i already said this once but i wanna say it again: bloard 🐳
- How does our butthole know what kind of shit we have to take? We've all dropped the calm logs and also had experiences with the diaharea sweats, so how exactly does our binghole know the card before we play it? I've put a lot thought into this and here's what I came up with. At some point in our lives we have all entered a vehicle with the orange light on the console that turns off as soon as you sit on it signaling to both the driver and passenger, the airbags activated. You might wonder (if your a dimbass) how the vehicle knows your in the seat. It's not magic folks--it's science. When the appropriate weight is set upon the passenger side seat it sends the signal to the car computer. It basically says "we got us a motherfucker on the chair. Release the airbag safety so this waste of life doesn't smash his/her shit across the windshield in the event of an accident". Well, our heinie holes are a lot like that. When a well formed log crests the anal cavity it sends a message to your brain. "It's a log sir, no rush but if it's all the same to you we should pop this sucker out a s a p". But, when the diaharea his the anal wall-- it's more of a "gah fuck....the flood gates are going to go. This ass is gonna let it rip in t-minus 59 seconds whether it's hovered above a gas station toilet or not". In conclusion our asses are much like the weight sensors in vehicles. Thanks for your time and have a good night.
- i'm hacking the HTML to find out damn.... he's got like fifty firewalls up and a double encryption. this could take some time
- heya bloardies (that's what i call fellow bloard members), i had a CRAY dream last night lool know what i'm sayin. anyway here goes i'ma launch this shit at u fast so keep on ya toes last night i dreamed... that.......... uuuuuuuuuuuhhh.......... uhhhh
- ah, the broken peen fucc paradox. anyway, the [looking at perfectly legible writing on my non-sweaty palm] HYMEN, is a protective barriar of the vagina. think Jabu Jabu's belly
- this is joop's mother. unfortunately, joop has become lost in bunners the chopper. i task all of you with finding him
- most underrated game on the ps1? or most underrated game on any system? [img]https://discdoesretro.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/legacy_of_kain_soul_reaver_1.jpg[/img]