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George David Clyde is my cat's name. My previous cat was named "Clyde Bailey". He belonged to a cute blonde Delaware MILF whose cousin was a friend from college I lusted after unsuccessfully




wow im so glad I worked my way through no less then 40 inane fatman posts to finally come across this gem.




I love this ... whatever Monkey's hatred and problems with me, in the grand scheme of XPT things I am a veritable font of interesting , compelling life stories involving all things debauched and unpleasant, set against a backdrop of overcoming adversity, High intellect and wealth. Monkey would rather have me replaced with all the compelling anecdotal catshit that now litters the cage....this more than anything else is the greatest testament to my superiority to Mr. Smelly J. Monkey. He has clearly lost his mind, his way and even his true bonafide sense of evil. The inner evil-emperor voice is pleading with Monkey to "Use the force" and get back to posting worthwhile, classic Monkey rantsd against targets worthwhile, but instead he is spiritually Ill, choosing to simply point out how short a wheelchair-using crippled bastard is, whose legs have suffered 26 fractures and dozens of surgeries....or demonstrating his own CREEPY familiarity with the nature and types of testicular odor by starting a thread dedicated to what someone else's nuts must smell like (and actually hoping a whore from France answers because, in his boredom he has swallowed hook line and stinker the idea that she has banged his crippled ass for mere fraction/pittqance to what she usually charges her customers, because she actually finds the guy interesting and cute enough to where it doesnt feel like work....idiot.)
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