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Create New Blog EntryOne of my good friends on here sent me this video and damn I can't so laughing ever time I watch it. I hope you enjoy it too LOL
I got the message I would be reported to Interpol or whatever a couple of minutes ago. To get out of it, press control/alt/delete this brings up taskmaster. Click on the prog that is running, right click and delete it. Restart you browser.
THE WHISTLING BOY.
The pretty boy whistles a happy tune,
is the tune for us, or for the silvery Moon?
With angelic head and face turned up,
like Ganymede, he offers Jupiter's cup.
With spotless complexion, smooth and clear,
his boyish charm, the source of mirth and cheer;
His pouting lips, like a ripened cherry;
His youth and boyhood - bright and merry.
I watched him laying in the fresh cut hay;
Laughing and giggling in his own sweet way.
The sun reflected on his auburn hair;
The Summer breeze kissed him as it went somewhere.
And as the Sun goes down each night,
I watch him sleeping, as we lose the light.
This beautiful boy his breathing low;
what does he dream of? Perhaps I'll never know.
Jack.
(My Tumblr Boy of the Week).
Ich mag gerne mal in meine Pussy gefickt werden von einen erfahrenen Schwanz
3. "The Architectural Fragment" by Petrus Spronk. Located in Melbourne, Australia
What's the most you ever cummed in a day and how?
I'll Start
I actually did 10 times in oh a span of about 15 hours. It was with a bf and we wanted to see who could cum the most we both surrendered at 10 lol. We did a combination of BJ's, hand jobs, and fucking it was crazy how much each time felt more intense...after about 7 not much cum was coming out but still a little.
I heard about this today, it broke my heart to pieces. By the time I am done writing what I think it's probably going to get pretty ugly. This 15 year old boy died due to his parents religion to refuse him medical care. He weighed only 37 pounds and he lived alone and died alone. What fucking religion would do this? God gave us the intelligence, heart, and soul to help others. How could anyone look at another that needed help and not help them? How could you go for years and years watching someone die? All he needed was a simple shot and some food. Look at his parents, they don't look like they ever missed a meal. I bet his mom and dad on a daily basis would both say, "I'm starving.. what's for dinner?" While their son was dying of starvation in the same house. You two fat fucks! I hope you both rot in prison and you both burn in hell. I also thought about my Love, he needs the same care this boy needed but these two fucked in the head parents killed their son because "their" God is an asshole....
Hail and welcome! This is Huginn's Heathen Hof, with your Daily Hávamál.
Original-
Ölr ek varð
varð ofrölvi
at hins fróða Fjalars
því er ölðr bazt
at aptr of heimtir
hverr sitt geð gumi
Translation-
I got drunk,Far too drunk,
when feasting with wise Fjalar.
The best kind of feast is the one
that you can still remember the next morning.
-Hávamál: Stanza 14
Yesterday we saw a glimpse of a greater narrative from Lore outside the Hávamál itself. Today's stanza is essentially expounding upon that experience. "Fjalar the Wise" is thought to be an alternate name for Suttungr (the giant from whom Odin stole the Mead of Poetry). This stanza is explaining that the three days Odin spent with Gunnlöð were lost in a drunken haze.
No matter how much fun you might have had, it doesn't matter much if you can't remember what happened the next morning!
In the end, the stanza continues to reinforce this theme of moderation. It's possible to have too much of a good thing, and if we aren't careful we can ruin the experience by overindulging.
