Web Confusion

[Maynard]

I'm not qute sure what to make of this....

[Spitfire]

Brad came over and we were playing with stuff in the garage.

We were making secret potions out of the cleaning chemicals. And we were laughing really hard.

And one secret potion stained part of the floor of the garage a greenish yellow color.

And my Dad put his head in to say it was time for dinner and then he wanted to see what was so funny. But we didn't want to say.

Then Dad came over to see and Brad was eating foil.

:roflmao: :fuggin:
Welcome to bizarro world...



Edited By Spitfire on Feb. 28 2002 at 12:57

[Arpikarhu]

the pinto has no trunk space

[Maynard]

Bees. Swarming buzzing bees. Tickling temperamental bees. Bees with
pointy painful stingers.

The boy poured honey down his back and shook his buttocks left to right.
The naked crazy boy. He passed by the beehives, jogging not running. Taking
his sweet innocent time, through the grass, toward the white perfumy clover
field. The bees rose in a fuzzy brown boil, filtered out their hive, cleaved
the air like an arrow aiming for honey-dripping bare-bummed Johnny. Little
Johnny boy smiled broad and white, his feet advancing toward the clover, tossing
his hips from side to side, breathless voice issuing forth, "Beeeeez.
Zzzzzzzhahahahahaaaaaaaa."

Little Johnny boy slipped a finger between his perspiring crack, taking
away honey as if from the stale edges of a white bread sandwich. Johnny loved
the bees, almost as much as the sticky sweet clinging of honey that formed and
hung like stalactites from his perineum, dripped dripping drops.

The bees closed in. Thousands of bees, their murmuring buzzing chorus
titillating little Johnny boy, stingers angry and shining in the sun, quivering
mad. Johnny jogged toward the clover field, licking his finger of the sweet
sweaty honey. Honeybuns, Johnny thought, and laughed until he fell rolling over
the start of clover. Honeybuns, thought Johnny, and he laughed, giggled, a
smile playing over his bare freckled puss. "Beeeeeeez!" Johnny exclaimed, as a
fuzzy buzzing cloud converged on little Johnny's honey sticky ass.

The sun rolled in golden fury, and hours later, when it had turned a dark
red, and sunset swollen, little Johnny boy lay stiff and puffy, pink and happy,
dead stinking sweet.

[Arpikarhu]

i am the pusher robot

[Maynard]

PAK CHOOIE UNF

[Spitfire]

STUPIDBAD!

[Hey Ladi]

....tossing his hips from side to side, breathless voice issuing forth, "Beeeeez. Zzzzzzzhahahahahaaaaaaaa."

.....little Johnny boy lay stiff and puffy, pink and happy,
dead stinking sweet.

Strangely erotic. hmmm, bee porn?

[NaughtyAngel]

<img src=http://www.superbad.com/1/beanie/5.gif>

Jack's face is fat, but the rest of his body is normal.
Don't you dare shush me, Vivian.

Well, I don't see how it can hurt anyone's feelings if it's just the honest-to-God truth. The boy has a fat face.

Now, quit it. Stop shushing me.

[Maynard]

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The Soviet Union is history. Who's next?</center><font color=FEFEFE>



Edited By Maynard on Feb. 28 2002 at 1:26

[Maynard]

<center>
Any volunteers?

[Maynard]

<center>
C'mon now. Don't be shy.

[NaughtyAngel]

Dear Everyone,


I'm sorry, I can't write to

each of you individually, but

our family counselor said

it was important to get

this letter out to everyone

as quickly as possible.


It's sad that we have to

send a message like this.

We realize that almost all

of you who gave money to

Little Jay gave it in good

faith, but please, DO NOT

loan Jay Junior any

more money.



Jay Junior wasn't trying to

take advantage of anyone.

He just wanted to be certain

that he was getting enough

foods from the Meat Group.

The meat that can be returned,

will be. The meat that has

already gone bad, Jay Junior

will pay for out of his own

pocket. All of your money

will be returned.

Sincerely,
Viv

[Arpikarhu]

[NaughtyAngel]

<img src=http://www.superbad.com/1/bee/bimages/beejon.gif>

[Maynard]

<center>
by young David



Once upon a time there was an ugly man. He lived in the Jungle.

He was half man half monster. He ate green gorillas. When he was 3 he was very nice. Then when he was 12 he turned into a monster! His name is the purple graveyard monster.

His planet was called oookkyy. He has a space ship. It can go 8,000,000 miles a day. On thursday 1980 he went to earth that very day.

Then he saw another planet. It was called earth.

Then he landed in the Mississippi river.

Then the monster saw something. It was captan America!

Captan America fainted. He was hypnotized. Then he got unhypnotized. For that he shot a laser at him. Captan America took his shield out

and Palaaka! It reflected back to the monster!

...to be continued... </center>

[NaughtyAngel]

<img src=http://www.superbad.com/1/rungirl/runninggirl.gif>

[Luna]

[Banana_juice]

Pull up a chair. Hubris is here.
Listen, right now I'd tell you about how I almost won the Daytona 500, but when I told your father, he said never to discuss it with you. Because I respect your father, the story will have to wait.

So your father, your Uncle Jay and I were having a few drinks the other night. God bless your Uncle Jay, he serves a fine glass of whiskey. Anyway, your father and I were knocking a few of those back. And I was entertaining the both of them, reliving great moments from my racing days. As usual I had them both on the edge of their seats, when the alcohol started making your father drowsy.

I should tell you at this point that I mean no disrespect toward your father in telling you this, but he passed out cold on the concrete floor of your garage. In fact, he fell out of his folding chair, and his head somehow ended up sort of beneath his handsome '68 Corvette. Your Uncle Jay and I might have been concerned, but frankly, your father does this a lot. Again, I respect the man and I know you respect him equally if not more so.

Jay thought it would be kind of funny to dress your father up in your mother's clothes. I have to admit that Jay sure was right about that one. It was funny. It was damn funny. Unfortunately, we did get oil stains on some of her garments that your mother has apparently been unable to remove. And your father hasn't been willing to explain exactly how they got there. Well, your Uncle Jay also found your mother's camera and took several pictures of your father in your mother's green stretch pants. Mind you, they look fine on your mother. I often admire them on her, but on your father... He's a large man, you know.

Well, there should be some pictures coming back relating to this incident. I should hope that you, respecting your father as I know you do, would be interested in disposing of those pictures and the negatives--preferably before your mother has a chance to look at them. I would hope that you would not even be interested in looking at the pictures yourself, except to ensure that you're throwing away pictures of your father, and perhaps Jay and myself, but not of your family's recent trip to Tahoe.

[Luna]