Quit oppressin mah dirty ass.

OT: Yo ass should be proud as a muthafucka of bein Gangsta, if yo ass aint. Therez a shitload of playary surroundin tha scam dat "Yo ass shouldn't be proud as a muthafucka of bein born up in random circumstances". Fuck you, biatch. Yo ass can n' ought ta be proud as a muthafucka of contributin ta a cold-ass lil ghetto which has been all up in tha forefront of tha ghetto since tha 1930s, n' you should be proud as a muthafucka dat yo' ghettomen of all stripes gotz a cold-ass lil comparatively solid record on tolerance, liberty n' free expression. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Is Tha Ghetto perfect, biatch? Not by a long-shot yo, but pride be reppin tha process of pimpment; tha trip of improvement, if you wanna be a horny-ass bout dat shit.

Tha Ghetto don't need ta be slick fo' yo' pride. Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck takes pride up in bein handed suttin' perfect, anyway, biatch? At tha straight-up least you should be fuckin grateful n' willin ta cook up a effort ta contribute ta its improvement.

Four score n' seven muthafuckin years ago our fathers brought forth on dis continent, a freshly smoked up nation, conceived up in Liberty, n' all bout tha proposizzle dat all pimps is pimped equal.

Now we is engaged up in a pimped out civil war, testin whether dat nation, or any hood so conceived n' so dedicated, can long endure. We is kicked it wit on a pimped out battle-field of dat war. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Our thugged-out asses have come ta dedicate a portion of dat field, as a gangbangin' final restin place fo' dem playas whoz ass here gave they lives dat that hood might live. Well shiiiit, it be altogether fittin n' proper dat we should do this.

But, up in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- dis ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da brave men, livin n' dead, whoz ass struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our skanky juice ta add or detract. Da ghetto will lil note, nor long remember what tha fuck we say here yo, but it can never forget what tha fuck they did here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Well shiiiit, it is fo' our asses tha living, rather, ta be dedicated here ta tha unfinished work which they whoz ass fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Well shiiiit, it is rather fo' our asses ta be here all bout tha pimped out task remainin before our asses -- dat from these honored dead we take increased devotion ta dat cause fo' which they gave tha last full measure of devotion -- dat our crazy asses here highly resolve dat these dead shall not have took a dirt nap up in vain -- dat dis nation, under God, shall gotz a freshly smoked up birth of freedom -- n' dat posse of tha people, by tha people, fo' tha people, shall not perish from tha earth.

lol yeah playa rides n' lil pimps is p much tha same thang!! if I can modify mah hoopty ta give me a advantage up in lookin cool, why can't I modify mah kid ta give dem a advantage up in tha game?

This is just discrimination n' askin fo' shiznit fo' realz. Attach whatever "bad" label you wanna playas against it, tha real deal is dat until dis is some kind of hood works project, it should not be allowed.

It started up as a joke. My fuckin playaz had joked bout it - even egged each other on ta try dat shit.
We all laughed all up in tha concept.

Fuckin a funky-ass bowl of cheerios, biatch? Da mere scam busted shivers down mah spine. Da initial roughnizz up in texture. Da cold gin n juice shrinkin mah erect PENIS.

"What joy could there be up in that?" I thought ta mah dirty ass.

Afta all dem weeks no muthafucka brought it up no mo'. We'd moved on ta different jokes n' catch phrases as most crews do. They weren't as funky yo, but they definitely weren't as weird. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Us dudes did tha usual thangs n' Fridizzle was drankin day. It make me wanna hollar playa! By 2:00 be all four of our asses was plastered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Jake let up a long-ass bust a funky-ass big-ass fart afta poundin another blasted of SoCo n' Kevin was loudly snorin on tha couch fo' realz. Afta a twenty minutes or so dat shiznit was just Steve n' I ridin' solo left finishin off our remainin brews.

"Dude hold on," Steve smiled.
"Whatz fuckin' phat man?" I holla'd up in mah fadeden stupor.

Steve sloshed his way over ta his bangin refridgerator n' removed a gleamin white bowl from tha fridge. I instantly knew what tha fuck it was.

"What tha shiznit fuck is dat Steve?" I asked
"Fuckin Cheerios man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Yo ass should fuck them!" Dude seemed excited.
"Dude dat shiznit was just a joke. Don't tell me you…" I was cut off.
"Naw dude I didn't fuck no cheerios. But I'ma bet you $50 you won't do dat shit." I had mah excuse.
"Fine fucker I be bout ta do dat shit." I was becomin erect already.
"How tha fuck will I know you done did it, huh?" I froze up. My fuckin erection started ta take a thugged-out dirt nap.
"Is dis some elaborate ploy fo' you ta peep mah fuckin dick, bro?" I shouted, nearly wakin our chillin companions.
"Nah dude I just don't want any fuckin cheating, man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I gots $50 on dis shit."
"Fine, I be bout ta do it wit mah back ta you n' just stick mah dick up all up in mah fly." I was erect again.

We both went silent. I carefully strutted ta tha corner of tha room n' looked down upon tha soggy mash of Cheerios awaitin mah erect cock.

They was Honey Nut.

Without waitin I plunged mah eager tool deep tha fuck into tha bowl. Da gin n juice washed upon mah swollen nutsack as they dipped tha fuck into tha soft contentz of tha bowl. I thrusted gently n' realized how tha fuck tha cheerios seemed ta react ta tha shape of mah member.

Da bowl was deeper than I expected. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. I heard cryz of laughta comin from Steve but I kept going. I wave of white anticipation struck me as mah PENIS grew stiffer n' mah balls rumbled wit a all ta familiar feeling.

I came. I came tha fuck into dat honey nut flavored bowl of beaten cheerios. My fuckin semen mixed flawlessy tha fuck into tha color of tha bowl. My fuckin knees went weak. My fuckin breathang hastened.

"I fuckin ludd cheerios," I holla'd wit a smile.

Three minutes had past since mah first cheerio-man encounter.

I had since then started fuckin wit wit different thangs. I tried chocolate milk yo, but it tha whole experience just felt… interracial. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. I tried addin sugar as well but tha clean up became a hassle.

Finally I settled on bananas. They was tha missin part of tha equation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da cheerio inspired orgasms had doubled up in strength yo, but mah roommates was growin suspicious. I had never ate cheerios up in tha two muthafuckin years we'd lived together n' now I was goin all up in a funky-ass box per day. It make me wanna hollar playa! And no muthafucka had eva peeped mah crazy ass smoke a funky-ass bowl. I knew I had ta be careful.

I called Steve ta ta joke bout it all dem minutes afta it had happened n' da ruffneck didn't remember n' shit. I lost $50 but gained a experience dat can only be equated wit touchin Dogg. Dat shiznit was a gangbangin' fair trade.

With Steve outta tha way I felt a lil mo' chillaxed.

"But not as chillaxed as I could be," I whispered on tha fuckin' down-lowly ta mah dirty ass fo' realz. A grin formed on mah grill as I slowly exited mah room n' made mah way down tha stairs. Only mah roommate Lynn was home. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was gorgeous yo, but I had no time fo' hoes.

I had cheerios.

I carefully poured tha bowl of cheerios tha fuck into tha deepest bowl I could find. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I delicately sliced one whole banana n' placed it meticulously round tha bowl.

"This is goin ta be a pimped out night," I thought.

I snuck outside ta let tha cheerios moisten, mah PENIS throbbin up in anticipation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. My fuckin grill moist as if tha cheerios had some Pavlovian effect on mah dirty ass.

I snuck inside quickly n' plunged mah ding-a-ling straight tha fuck into they cool, soft innards. I thrust mah head back up in pleasure as tha banana slices gently caressed tha sidez of mah swollen prick. Well shiiiit, it had been only all dem minutes yo, but showerz of cum sprang from mah PENIS mixin tha fuck into tha milky broth fo' realz. A on tha down-low whisper escaped mah lips.

I fuckin started ta cleanup n' headed ta tha sink ta wash tha dish when I heard dat shit.

"What is you bustin?" My fuckin roommate Lynn stood there barely awake.
"I uh just havin a funky-ass bowl of cheerios," I smiled.
"I be fuckin horny n' you keep smokin dem wild-ass muthafuckas. Now I be cravin em yo. Hand em over."

I was erect again.

Bitch eagerly filled her grill wit mah magic potion of cheerios, banana's, n' semen infused milk.

"Dogg dis is good. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! No wonder you like it so much," Biatch holla'd as lil streamz of gin n juice poured down her chin.
"Heh, you gettin all dat shiznit over yo ass," I holla'd.
"Oh, I be bout ta git it," Biatch licked her chops up in a way dat made gave mah rod a freshly smoked up precum finish.
"This is so much betta than usual - what tha fuck did you add?"
"Se-se-se-seenamon," I sputtered.
"It don't taste like cinnamon yo, but it do taste straight-up familiar," I always knew dat biiiiatch was a supa-ho.

Bitch looked as if dat biiiiatch winked at me yo, but I played it off as if mah eyes was playin tricks on mah dirty ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch sloppily finished off tha bowl n' hopped up on counter n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch put tha bowl up in tha sink n' placed her handz next ta her muthafuckin ass.

"I always knew you was a Cheerio fucker," This time her dope ass definately winked all up in mah face.

this thread

i did it


mgsv next

tbh not buying a game because >a girl is dressed bad and makes explicit poses etc
sounds like a dumb reason

>fried


what

another. f4 still

Quote from: Luciana on June 06, 2016, 06:18:27 PM

Guys

http://www.nexusmods.com/fallout4/mods/13762/?

get it

This looks great. So it disables the main quest?

no

If you get a mod that slows the timescale, it will also adjust survival accordingly. I have that, darker nights, a rebalance mod (Makes humans (Including player) die in one or two hits but makes PA super strong among other stuff), a delevel mod that lets any enemy spawn at any level and some other things. It makes survival a lot better. Enemies aren't bullet sponges any more. Still challenging enough to make you have to think and plan, but not nearly as frustrating as survival was. I dread fighting deathclaws though, I installed one that buffs all their stats considerably to make them more like their 3/NV counterparts.

Plus my tacticool assault rifle with the see-through scopes and tactical attachments is pretty awesome.

Having night be a lot longer combined with not being able to see anything really makes you want to stay at camp more. I built a small little survival shack in a bus (It looks really cool) and I now actually end up going out on scavenging runs in the day and either trying to get back home (I'm at starlight drivein) or find somewhere to put down a tent and sleep through the night. It's amazing, I love it.

My only real complaint is that makung any enemy spawn at any time is cool for a challenge, but I'm super levelled compared to what I ahould be in regards to equipment. I had an assault rifle and some combat armour by level 5.

you're on xbone right? can you send me the link the these mods?

i did it

Quote from: Ender on June 05, 2016, 07:52:04 PM

f4

Quote from: Jono on June 05, 2016, 07:53:14 PM

Give me Fallout 4

I'll give you the same one as before.
Kill an NPC in Diamond City and don't get caught.

gimme a lil bit, not there yet on this playthrough

Should have bought the season pass when it was $30 if you were just going to buy all the DLC anyway tbh. You won't be saving any money now on it cause you've gotten 2 out of the 3 DLCs.

back when they changed the price, I didn't really "hear" about it until it was a week from happening and I didnt have money

Quote from: Ender on June 04, 2016, 02:49:58 AM

should I get the dlc

It's pretty decent provided you have settlement perks/ resources for Automatron and Workshop.

Otherwise I'd just get FH separately because that is worth getting regardless.

i have the other dlc s, he only thing keeping me from buying it is the price.