RTT #173: Everything You Wanted to Know About PST But Were Afraid to Ask
 

I'd be afraid to ask that cunt anything lest he cast some sort of Jew spell on me. BOOGA WOOGA!

The really interesting part is that you seem to be working from the premise that he hasn't already.

That'd explain why I've suddenly started liking John Stewart.

Haha nah, I'd never like that talentless Jack (see: Jew hack) even if my foreskin depended on it.

All work and no play... makes me come here and point out that you just committed an odd-numbered post.

I knew it was just a matter of time before some handsome blonde twat would rectify the problem, which wouldn't be possible in a closed thread.

Well, it's that time again Swede:

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I got really drunk last night and bought a cat. I don't regret it because my cat will live at my friends house, but it's still my bitch

I wish you could do that with kids. That is, for the owners of said kids to let me - their friend - keep them.

It's called a sleepover dude. A temporary arrangement where you get your friends kids to spend a night at your place.

Fuuu... so that's what all that was about!

Children, children. It's not sleepover. It's divorce. Much more permanent and the court tells you when you can see them. Sometimes it's even supervised so it takes the pressure off you as just one person.

Well that's fucked that idea then.

The whole point is to have someone's children that are not yours :rolleyes:

Because having your own children would just be sick.

Well your own children get boring after a while, and stop struggling which is really 3/4ths of the fun.

I've had lots of kids that aren't mine here, but they kept coming back. They're like boogers that keep sticking every which way you try to flick them off.

That's one thing I can never call my kids - boring. Neither has put me on the porch for a long time either, but they're still plotting which crooked home to put me in.

I'd love to have a kid of my own, savagely fuck her on the eve of her 8th birthday, and then the next day present her with a birthday cake with "You've Been Frtizled!" written on it in marzipan. I bet she'd get a kick out of that.

Marzipan? GOD BLESS AMERICA YOU REALLY ARE GAY!

God would never bless a nation of Protestant whores who've been busy incinerating the descendent of his son's old hiking buddies in the Middle East.

Besides, I only know about marzipan because it's great for making fake nail bombs for training purposes, and also...some other stuff which is manly and not gay at all, so FUCK YO' CRACKA!

OMG alcohol is great. WE got so drunk my buddy puked 5 times and then we went home just as I was asked to come to the flat of a girlfriend of mine and fuck her :)
Anyway bro before ho' so I'm cool with that.
Ah yeah and I lost the rest of my honour, somone pissed against my leg because he forgot that he was pissing and wanted to start a conversation with me :D

I believe you can successfully repeal any Jew cast spell with 2ml of Gypsy tears, applied on your genitals via eye dropper.