Category: Boblimptock

The Ancient Roman Republic was a confederacy of thieves – the best comparison would be those cobbled together privateer or pirate armadas/KINGDOMS of the 18th Century, or even the VIKINGS.

As a “pirate armada”, the Romans expanded – and like all pirate armada, they eventually retreated BACK to their “island”, Rome. And Constantinople.

And the BRITISH EMPIRE, that wiped OUT those PIRATE KINGDOMS in their heyday? – well they started as kings and barbarians, forming groups and gangs of men and women to scour the countryside and rip people off and this is a common road.

The fate of governments is similar to the “so called” fate of STARS.

Some governments burn out fast: like a PIRATE KINGDOM or JONES TOWN …

Some take longer to burn: like ROME, the BRITISH EMPIRE, and the USA thus far.

But the fate is always the same, they burn out and change into something else, and what is left behind is usually some kind of destruction.

Hillsdale College and other “conservative” diploma mills CELEBRATE this wretched ROMAN EMPIRE shit, because their interpretation fuels the neocon rhetoric … the truth is uncomfortable.

The truth is ROME was a bunch of bullshit, and all governments are: 1 SAM 8

Link: https://www.history.com/news/6-famous-pirate-strongholds

The LUST DRAGON tricks you into “parking lot hookups” and dried French fry yeast infections. It suckers you with “why haven’t you called me” or “is this a game to you?” – but that beast is not to be messed with. She’s scrumbo, abandon her to the coyotes.

TAME THE LUST DRAGON, BE PURE FLESH WRAP TOGETHER GRINKEN MAN … WOAH MAN.

Your spinctal refarction confuses the heart wad. Underpinning your FEAR is a BEAR TYPHOON from the Zygnous Sector near Happy Valley Three. We COULD build this furnace paradise together, but toxins enter our LOVE WRAP PURITY and the MAN keeps us apart. We flee from the SKY HAWK SHAMAN and never again take our place at the table of forgotten farewells and dismal hellos.

This is a scientifically accurate view of a woman’s mind:

A woman is a map-jockey. She picks at you and your clothes and your car. She picks at how you drive and the dirty dishes in the sink.

A woman cannot be pleased. She is frigid and disinterested, even if you give her your credit card, she is listless and languid and lost in her own self-loathing.

A woman spends YEARS in therapy, never finding escape from her own emotional puzzles.

Her mission is to bring down your energy levels and to trample your dream-flame. It’s a game to these females, while you drink ale and hang with your bros they act like hoes and can’t stop the needling. Frustrated and broke, you’re the bloke she dropped when the job was lost and all you had left was money for MAC’n’CHEESE.

THE WOAH-MAN is able to escape this perch and lands right on HIGH COUNTRY FRESH MEAT LIVING. You can find her checking out 9mm prices at WALMART on a FRIDAY NIGHT, because she’s going shooting the next day, and nothing will stand in her way. You can’t see that, but you can smell it.

SEEK THE WOAH-MAN GRINKEN MAN, or die trying.

1 – BOOVULA MADNESS

THE GRINKEN MAN locates a WOAH-MAN’s power center. He can smell it from 2,000 miles away. He spends at least 14 weeks a year hiking through the forests and fasting on wheat grass soda and dried out lemon rinds. When he has attained a massive level of spirit POP, he can gallop towards his goal, but he must be careful.

A madness sets in when the change warden comes by to see, and you are still sitting at the diner finishing off your flapjacks and bacon. Curley Jones sees you at the booth, and then the both of you do a line of coke and talk about MAGIC TRIXIE and her heart rockets, and her scab pudding.

If you can rid your mind of putrefied ideas then send a LOVE POEM to Kendra. Kendra’s eyesight has returned after the surgery last month and both of those “growths” were removed. SHE’S TAKING A BREAK from the rough life and the strip clubs, she’s cozying up to homestyle crack and jokes about the sores on her back.

TAKE HER FOR A SPIN if you can FIND that flow, and then you’ll know the depth and breadth of summertime twirl and counterfeit Mexican sundaes …

2 – UNGUNJOOLATING HER

Once you’ve strapped the WOAH-MAN to your pickup truck, then you can take her to the “cabin”.

There are many ways of snaring that girls honey drip magic. You can put on some slow music and talk about Austrian economics and gun control. MAKE SURE TO MENTION you have an OFF GRID palace, not far from Tierra del Fuego, and that’s where your Winnebago method takes OFF and her underwear gets WET.

Make a GROB PASTE of tester-water and mungit-grime. Boil that slime for 23 hours, add in some dried flowers and chestnuts. After about a day take the moist residue and rub it into her valley snatch highway. Charry pizza and New England chili spill on the floor, because her stomach is aching and the macro-cake from Aldi’s is bad, broken.

YOU SHOULD HAVE SPOKEN before she MOANED, and then the vapor escapes from her butt-clinch hideaway.

3 – SEPARATE the FESTER

AS THE WOAH-MAN achieves ORGASMIC TOTALITY, you will find your own lust ECLIPSED by her brave booby style jug-sensations.

She bites her lip, and writhes, as her voluptuous body UN-GLEAVES itself upon the sheets. Her eyes, watery and without regret, lock with yours and you can tell she’s getting SET for that HOT ROD game. It will never be the same after she grabs your sleek tube and covers it in lube and puts it in her “purse” for safe keeping.

IT GETS HOT and the naughty path is apparent. The WOAH-MAN is RIPE with sacred oils and musk and the smell fills up the room. You feel MAN POWERFUL, as a true GRINKEN MAN DOES, standing above your woman, getting ready for the final act.

4 – THE BARBARINO

Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t know anything about LOVE SPICE.

JON TRAVOLTA summoned HARLEQUIN INSIGHT when he took on the role of JERGIN soldier and kefler-elf.

Jon laid out the process for all, the means by which conception is achieved.

Step 1: ASK YOUR WOAH-MAN out to DINNER at a nice FRENCH restaurant.

Step 2: After you sit down at the table, have some WINE – red wine is best.

Step 3: Summon the MILK SPIRIT from her JUGS and pass the goblet for a fill.

Step 4: Your WOAH-MAN fills the GLASS with her cream, and it’s ALL ABOARD FOR LOVE TOWN once you gulp it all down.

Step 5: Extend the MAN TOOL to maximum length under the table, and if she’s able your WOAH-MAN will remove her underwear.

Step 6: With fully extended rod, prod and prod till you find safe passage to the HAPPY ZONE of wet wonder.

Step 7: CUMPLEATLY EXPLODE YOUR LOAD in her banquet hall, and let the FREAKS next to you GASP as their shock grows to disbelief, and relief, once the WOAH-MAN’s pleasure noises are silenced.

Within about 6-9 months, a BUNCTOUS BABY, your very own, will pop out of the WOAH-MAN … screaming and angry, carrying knives. That baby will be PACKING HEAT, as he SKEETS his way out of the GREAT CHASM and on to the world stage. You will be PROUD, because his crying will be loud, and his restless wonder will be without compromise or concern.

THE BARBARINO UNLEASES PURE GRINKEN MAN SPUNK LIGHTNING!

Never before have humans had this capability, this new course, and the world will shake as you BAKE your bread in her oven.

WHAT DO?

There are 8 sacred PIECES of a WOAH-MAN’S LOVE-ORCHESTRA:

1. Finger Sausage: this is the placing of your twitching and dirty paws in her AWE INSPIRING hooba-cave. THE RAVE you’ll get after spitting on her TOOVIS and rubbing the eel-rack will split your skull. No more time for slowing down, or taking polls.
2. Throat Candy: find the Oreo blaster and mix this with kennel-strewn garbage. Steep this mix with bisque and toffee that’s been roasted on the heater. It will be sweeter if you can find NITRO-FIZZ and JOOG-SAND.
3. Boob Twisting: grab her boobs, one at a time, and rotate them 30-45 degrees clockwise and counter clockwise. Do this as you POUND it, and make sure that her lips PUCKER when the sucker hits the ground and the Soundgarden plays ….
4. Butt Massage: make a fist of your right hand, while holding down the WOAH-MAN’s buttocks with your LEFT. Grind your fist into her ass, tenderizing her LOVE MUSCLES and allowing her DOOM FLAN to rinse out and the rest of the anal grease to dissipate on the bedsheets that you haven’t changed in 3 years.
5. Tummy Tickling: move your fingers across her trembling belly making hashmarks, she will GROAN and GRIPE, but the smile reveals the MOVIE BUTTER MAGIC happening between her legs.
6. Ear Pulse: stick your wet nasty tobacco chew tongue in her ear, hum and chant sounds right into her ear, whisper about JELLY-THRONES and cast out monkey dildos.
7. Anal Spruncto: find a medium sized zucchini, cover the zucchini in peanut oil and frosted flakes. After leaving the thing to get nasty in the hot sun, wrap it in old silk and burlap, and shove it up the WOAH-MAN’s asshole, do this before you begin the BARBARINO.
8. Final Escape: this is you, running from the police, because your WOAH-MAN reports you to the authorities. You will jump out the window, and land on the bushes below. Then, JET to your car, hoping you have the keys – and you don’t. After several minutes of trying to escape through a nearby swamp, you happen upon a beautiful raven, brunette and STACKED, wearing skimpy shorts and a bikini top. At this point you see the truth, and YOUR LOVE MEANING is SEALED by the JUICE-WENCH.

There is MORE to STALLION TYPE LOVE MAKING, but this is as much as YOU can handle, right now GRINKEN MAN … WOAH-MAN.

G.M.F.Y.I.L.Y.