Well? Would you suck his greasy log done your fucking throat Yea Forums?

So hot

Proof?

cry harder you autistic faggot. everyone saw the threads get banned.
i'll tell you what, try it again if you're so brave.
i dare you to prove me wrong

>this desperate to deny what just happened
you must be a trump voter

Dubs logged

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Proof?

proof though?

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Once upon a logless dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Under Andy’s taint the curious volume of forgotten log—
While I nodded, nearly drooling, suddenly there came a slidding,
As of some one gently crapping, crapping at my chamber door—
"‘Tis some Slidder,” I muttered, “crapping at my chamber door—
Only shit and nothing more.”

Ah, the stinky I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate flying rear-ender brought its host upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished for log-o;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Log-nore—
For the rare and radiant sliddin’ whom the angels name Log-nore—
Logless here nevermore.

And the silken, sad, butt-hurtin’ rustling of shill’s jimmies certain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to not shill the clogging of my throat, I stood repeating,
"‘Tis some logger entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late logger entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
Shit it is and nothing more.”

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Presently my throat grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Andy,” said I, “or Sixxum, truly your shit logs I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came crapping,
And so faintly you came slidding, slidding at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Andy’s there and nothing more.

Deep into that asshole peering, long I stood there wondering, dreaming,
Shouting, steaming creams no logger ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was then broken, and the sliddness gave some chokin’,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Log-nore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Log-nore!”—
Merely shit and nothing more.

Back into my throat churning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a crapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely," said I, “surely that is something at my window latt-ass;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this shits-tery explore—
Let my heart be clogged a moment and this shits-tery explore;—
‘Tis his wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the shitter, when, with many a fart and flutter,
In there slidd a stately shit log of the taintly days of yore;
Not the least creamy made he; not a minute stopped or emptied;
But, with mien of steam and dreamy, perched above my open throat—
Perched upon a bust of Sixxus just above my chamber door—
Perched, and shat, and nothing more.

oh god my fucking throtew

Fucking hilarious.

These threads are NEVER funny. I find them highly inappropriate when my daughter comes on this board.