[WildCard~]

Re: WildCard~

Please do NOT post such perverted grubbiness about my deceased husband.


You tell me, you stoned necrophiliac!

Mrs Roger~ Everyone knows it's you conservative types who are the real fire crackers between the sheets and set the loins of men aflame!

I'll confess as a child I'd watch your man faithfully on T.V and I can still feel his eyes optically screwing me.... It was a real downer to realize the man I called a god was just another pedophile wanting me to become just other fantasy in make-believe along with other kids, I thought I was special~

[WildCard~]

Re: WildCard~

Stop trying to seduce Pastor Pistle!

He's a Man of God, not a drunken sailor on shore leave!

Sorry ~ I'll repent... Pastor just bring out the beast in me, there like gods right hand....

[Shinigami]

Re: WildCard~

Sorry ~ I'll repent... Pastor just bring out the beast in me, there like gods right hand....

Who are you? Why do you come to our forum to terrorize us? For what wicked purpose have you joined? Give us a good reason to help you leave. DO it or stop this filth.

[Mrs. Rogers]

Re: WildCard~

Mrs Roger~ Everyone knows it's you conservative types who are the real fire crackers between the sheets and set the loins of men aflame!

No, setting "the loins of men aflame" is what lesbians do, as directed by the Illuminati/NWO (Nagging Wimmin's Order). Although goths and emos tend to set their own loins aflame, in order to "feel something".

As for lesbian goths/emos, they will set their loins and bushy armpits aflame, whilst reciting feminazi poetry to any lone male who wanders nearby. Driven mad by their dour guilt-tripping, he sets fire not only to his own loins, but to his ears as well, in an effort to connect with the blessed silence only a female-free universe can provide.

I'll confess as a child I'd watch your man faithfully on T.V and I can still feel his eyes optically screwing me....

I beg you pardon? Oh, I see ... everyone on TV speaks directly to you, as do the cars that pass by as you walk along the street.

However, you can be certain MY Mr. Rogers was never on the telly -- we didn't even own one! We would spend our evenings reading aloud from the KJV 1611.