June 14th 2025, after admitting defeat i dwell on the past encounters and wonder is it really worth it, was it all in vain, was it for glory or greed. No it was for pleasure , to show who has a bigger throbbing foot long diggle dong. as i laid dormant for these few weeks letting anger and blood lust take over i find myself here at the "kings" doorstep waiting in the shadows and observing every move. i here by challenge thy to a bust off in the courtyard.

THY RULES AND REGULATIONS FOR THE BUST BATTLE

1. the winner will be named bust battalion leader
2. no ghost loads
3. no quick draw busting allowed
4. circle jerk is not prohibited, traditional style is the only permitted form.
5. if thy cant shoot, automatic lose is tallied for the opponent
6. the loser has to play soggy biscuit with the common folk

I look forward to hear back for a date and location.

By twilight, the Gunk Goblins had breached the city center — no permits, no pants, just pure momentum. General Goob led the charge, eyes glowing with caffeine and unresolved trauma. Flanked by Thud Nugget and Count Cringe, they rode in on hoverboards made of sticky tape and crusted ♥♥♥, leaving trails of fluorescent residue in their wake. Pigeons scattered. A saxophone burst into flames. Someone screamed “not again!” but it was too late — the Goblins had initiated anal penetration. Thus commenced operation "Phase Moist" where air horns would blare and the children would be kidnapped. Anyone who stood in their path experienced such absurdity, they couldn't fight back. A barista exploded into confetti. A street mime began levitating. The local mayor was seen crying into a novelty-sized wig, whispering, “I told them not to park the blimp here.” No one knows what the Goblins wanted. But when the sirens stopped, all that was taken our kids, sex toys, and porn magazines.

Alright good sir, I admit you sir are the better adversary. You were playing chess while I was playing checkers. I am waving the white flag.

every time playing with you, a tear falls down my leg ;)

P.S- its sticky

Derek my boy, your the reason every sock in drawer is crusty, the bedroom smells like Chernobyl reactor number 4. even the slightest thought of you makes me levitate and juice my grapes everywhere.

Deranged gooning syndrome
Elevated tailspin back hand cranking style
Round 11 of double fist 360 tittynack jorkin crazy style
Energetic dry humping life size body picture of you pookie
Krazy kickback scorpion 220 left handed Brazilian style jorkin

I lost my cheeseginity in Lamar county South Carolina