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    My Erotic Nightmare- featuring Murdoch

    This is how I know I'm spending too much time on these forums and will roll back, which is great because Wolverine is now in Fortnite.

    I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was place my hand in the back of my boxers to see if there was blood. Then I checked my ears to see if there was blood.

    I had a nightmare, friends. A nightmare that will surely cause traumatic seizures of the rest of my hopefully long and fruitful life.

    The bits and pieces I recall are more skewered then a Fellini film on acid. I was launched into an open space pantsless while striking a hulk hogan double bicep pose, ran into a cornfield only to meet up with Lana Rhodes ass.

    As I rubbed this beautiful pumpkin of a rump like a magic lamp, I fell down into a bottom less pit of tentacle hentai and dropped into the world of Bible Black.

    I was slap boxing with Minase when all of a sudden a huge hotel with a water park shaped like vaginas came up from out the earth. We have to go there, I recall saying. Minase transformed into Blandscape, the Blandscape I have envisioned in my mind.

    "Shall we go to this spiffy chateau up yonder, Kev? Everyone will be there, but nobody of importance".

    I looked at him and raised an eyebrow, behind them, I saw a family cooking linked sausages while living in a van. The van was parked in an abortion clinic and the woman barking orders at the young herd resembled Dovey. There's were countless dead dogs laying about and the kids were picking out bags and bags of that days abortions out of the garbage bin.

    Dead dog carcasses? Freshly linked sausages hanging off the side of the soccer mom scooter like a bra off an under developed woman?

    I was suddenly wearing pajama pants. I remember thinking, god, I fucking hate ppl who wear pajama pants in public.

    The closer we got to this hotel, the sound of somebody saying random numbers and letters grew. It was Benzo. It was like that lucid dream Ratso had in Midnight Cowboy where he was surrounded by lonely women who needed social interaction so he provided them with bingo and a stud. But there was no stud to be seen....nor lonely old woman.

    Naked men were Fortnite Emoting on tables and with every B14 shouted by our dedicated MC, they would change their dance. He looked over at me and said;

    "BOOM, this is my kind of party. Drinks are on me, Rum Runners, all liquor"

    Before I could say no drink like that exists, I was teleported to the front desk of the hotel.

    Pt2 shortly
    RIP King Martini 2006/2020

    #2
    I rang the little bell and from the corner of my eye I thought I saw Chyna, the former pro wrestler turned porn actress full time drug addict.

    The Rock comes out the back room. Old school, classic Rock with the sideburns and sunglasses. I told him I wanted a room.

    He picked up the guest registry and asked me
    "What is your name"

    Before I could pronounce one syllable he yelled out

    "It doesn't matter what your name is", then disapeared into a cloud of smoke that smelled like a wet fart gone wrong.

    I glanced at the counter and saw a key. The tag attached said "Murdoch, room 112, bring your friends"

    Blandscape had all but left. I was all alone.

    "We could have used you last night" I heard somebody say. It was the other bartender I work with, a guy named Stu that we lovingly call "Pid" at work. When anybody would say "have you seen Stu" we would all look at that person and say "pid"?

    "Why are you in my dream,Pid"? I asked him. Only to watch him punch himself in the nuts, giggle, then fall backwards into a pool shaped like an xbox controller.

    He lifted his head above water and screamed
    "Punch yourself in the nuts now, Kevin. Thank me later. And pick up my Sunday night shift".

    Pt3 shortly
    RIP King Martini 2006/2020

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      #3
      And after all that, this is where things get wierd.

      I was walking down a hall that stunk of wasted dreams, pineapples, and relentingly bad ideas.

      Morpheus comes out of the wall and opens both of his hands.

      "Martini, you have to make a choice, in one hand is the red dildo, and in the other, a blur one. One of these will be up your asshole before you wake up and nobody told you to go to that taco bell so late when you know damn well that food messes with you".

      It's like that Meek Mill song, "Dreams into Nightmares".

      Red, Blue, is this some sort of subliminal messages about politics? I don't care about politics.

      I told him to hold that thought, and ran. I ran as fast as I could.

      Right into a door. Room 122 with Murdys Mosh Pit spray painted on the front. The kid from Sixth Sense popped out from under the rug "I see dead forums".

      Does this mean my forum is gonna die? I just started the damn thing at least give me a month or two before we consider it dead.

      Do I open the door? Do I wake up?

      Pt4 shortly
      RIP King Martini 2006/2020

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        #4
        Please don’t include me in any of your twisted sexual fantasies... especially after your latest flop of put a kid to bed who wasn’t yours, creeper.

        I love how I’ve set the standard for women in your life. Joo has already confirmed for you that I’m built like a black girl because of my rump.

        Just call me Murdock Thee Stallion ~ cause I’ve got an A$$et like a thoroughbred racehorse

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          #5
          Originally posted by Murdock View Post
          Please don’t include me in any of your twisted sexual fantasies... especially after your latest flop of put a kid to bed who wasn’t yours, creeper.

          I love how I’ve set the standard for women in your life. Joo has already confirmed for you that I’m built like a black girl because of my rump.

          Just call me Murdock Thee Stallion ~ cause I’ve got an A$$et like a thoroughbred racehorse
          Why are you here? I thought you put up your mouth bridle and packed away your dusty saddle bags and were "neva eva coming back to teh flame forums?" It is wildly apparent that your need for any kind of attention rules the very three worn brain cells you have left playing bumper cars in that thing you call a "mind." I see that you don't even care that you look like a Black Lives Matter protester getting curb stomped by a bunch of skinheads. All you care about is that you're now able to log into SG, a place that makes your dick three inches bigger; and makes you orgasm at the very though of more than 2 fucking people reading your usual banal tripe.

          I mean that fucking talking raisin Sum Cun't face planted you on the very first salvo as you tried in vain to so expertly post as some great prose. You're not even a flamer or troll. Yet, you like running around looking like the grown up rendition of that little girl dressed up as a bee in the Blind Melon video, "Rain." You are absolutely one of the worst posters I have ever had the unfortunate displeasure of meeting. You don't flame, you don't troll. The basis of your activity on the forums consist of using RL info and using personal information for your own personal gains on and off the boards. You and that fat fucking bovine Flea, and that fucking talking anal fissure, Oak are the type that need RL shit to happen so you all have something to crow about, because left to your own devices on posting anything worthwhile is a lesson in futility. You three are not flamers. You three are not trolls. You're the cumshot that your mother should have swallowed instead of letting that escaped goat give her a modest creampie, which produced your fat ignorant drama laden ass.

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            #6
            On a side fucking note. I swear to god, Martini. How long did that shitty prewrite take? I mean at this stage in the game, even Moron Murduck is outclassing you. Get your shit together man, and don't ever post that fucking kind of shit in public again you fucking clown.

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              #7
              Is it Flynn time again already?
              Wow, the months just fly by don't they?

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                #8
                "Hello, boys and girls. This is your old pal, Ctinky Wizzleteats. This is a song about a whale. No! This is a song about being happy! That's right! It's the Happy Happy Joy Joy song!"



                happyjoy.mp3
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                  #9
                  I’m a hot girl. I do hot shit. I didn’t choose being a player... the game chose me, fool.

                  I got this Joo baller putting icing on my cake.... that was after I stole his girl lol gotz the beeotch lying on me that I’m trifling... but it wasn’t the first time we shared... and then the hostile takeover of Flametown via Slitchela = cockroach extermination Bwa Hahahahhahahah

                  Now I got this bitch Mar~Teeny mad mad cause I straight criminally masterminded... he wants to hurt me

                  My game is stellar, nikka

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                    #10
                    Here Teeny.. I’ll even point out when you handed me the win cause I’m a giver

                    Me: Make me an Admin

                    Teeny: Flea will never go for that

                    Me: Make Dove an Admin

                    Teeny: That’s gonna take some convincing

                    So it’s a possibility then

                    You should learn loyalty. Cause we three keep it pushing like aye aye aye..,

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                      #11
                      Ohhh, look out - someone let Slagzilla off her leash again...

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                        #12
                        Originally posted by Murdock View Post
                        Here Teeny.. I’ll even point out when you handed me the win cause I’m a giver
                        Cause we three keep it pushing like aye aye aye..,
                        all you are pushing is more ice cream into your mouth. chubby wubby.

                        is the reason you are not fixing your site because the error messages deter viagra spammers

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                          #13
                          Originally posted by Regina George View Post

                          all you are pushing is more ice cream into your mouth. chubby wubby.

                          is the reason you are not fixing your site because the error messages deter viagra spammers
                          I’m sorry, it’s hard for me to concentrate on what you’re saying with your big hairy cock staring at me.

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                          • Regina George
                            Regina George commented
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                            more lines that were thankfully not included in the movie version of "50 shades of grey".
                            this one must leave great comments at porn hub, <facepalm>

                          #14
                          like a bonnie and clyde crime spree ending in a hail of invalid certificates and "your connection is not private, return to safety" messages, you three clowns managed to kill off sg in record time.

                          what are you going to do for an encore, dig up murdy's pit from the pet cemetery and start over again. try to merge with Obi's KOF website?

                          like a naked miley cyrus, you morons proved to be a wrecking ball of useless drama who destroy ever forum you wash up on.

                          turd rail turning into a blog was more dignified than the way SG ended, sad. you should be ashamed of yourselves. twat waffles.

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