A fucked up, needy little girl. Eager to please, to submit, to succumb to perversion. If you are lucky, then you are not her. If you are lucky, then you were not born with that peculiar engine that drives one to self-destruction. If you are lucky, you do not want to give up control over your life, and become a man’s whore. I am deeply sorry for what I will do to you. But I will still do it. Make no mistake, I want a dog. A slavish, sopping wet whore who lives to please me. Who clings, needs. Cries when I leave. I want to fucking ruin you so you are incapable of functioning without me. A clingy, addicted mess. It is hard to convey in words the deep perversion I want to visit on you. How hard I am, thinking about you crawling to me, ass in the air, tongue out, with love in your eyes. My loving little bitch in heat. If you want this, you will need kik or skype and and the willingness to serve me. Contact me on kik, from there message me "I am your loving slut" and we will begin. Any girl is welcome.

did you say sloppy wet kiss?

All the new mods are community forum/private group fags. Many of those circle jerkers have been wanting to take down the flood for years so I have no doubt that they're using their new found authority to "clean house" so to speak.

Made a thread yesterday while I was sitting waiting for my car to be fixed and decided to make an obvious "I'm new" parody. Not sure how that's a bannable offense, but oh well, now I'm stuck here again.

Could someone do me a favor and see how long I'm banned for? Because I don't know how to check...

...so...what will you do for THIS chimichanga?

You are an awesome person! You do great things, and you don't afraid of anything.

neutral as fuck

I have one that I remember very well. I was about eighteen, and lived with my family in a generic American neighborhood. My family left somewhere, and I was wearing a white gown and had black hair a little past my shoulders. After they left, a bit of time passed, and then I was in the dining room, chopping a guy's arm off with an axe. The arm fell to the floor and I saw a pool of blood covering the whole floor, and multiple other body parts and mutilated bodies. I fell to my knees in the blood, covering my legs and lower portion of my gown.

My parents walked in the door and saw me there with my face buried in my hands, and my father ran over and grabbed me around the waist and pulled me out of there, not knowing that I was the one who did it. I then shook myself free from him, picked the axe back up, ran out the front door and a random guy was jogging by, and I hit him in the back with the axe, and began chopping his body up in the street. My father ran up again and put his arm around my neck and squeezed, holding it until I was unconscious. I blacked out and when I awoke, I was laying in the backyard and my father was next to me, digging a hole with a shovel. I sat up, and my father stopped and stared at me for a second, then hit me over the head with the shovel, knocking me unconscious again.

Wait a second. .  Jackie is always a pacifist. What is this madness?