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About me
Can you see what I see?
Can you seize the day?
Can you face your fears?
Can you take the heat?
Can you stand up for yourself?
Can you tell me what you think?
Welcome to Cripple Bitch **** Club.
I kill so others don’t have to.
GHOST Poop: The kind where you feel the Poop come out, but there is no Poop in the toilet. aka the Brown October
CLEAN Poop: The kind where you Poop it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the paper.
SATISFYING Poop: The kind where once you’re done, you feel as though you’ve lost fifty pounds. You leave with a sense of accomplishment.
WET Poop: The kind where you wipe your butt 50 times and it still feels un-wiped, so you have to put some toilet paper
between your butt and your underwear so you don’t ruin them with a stain.
DECEPTIVE Poop: The kind where you feel like you’re about to shit a torpedo, but it turns out to be CORN poop.
SECOND WAVE Poop: This happens when you’re done Pooping and you’ve pulled your pants up to your knees, and you realize that you have to Poop some more.
POP-A-VEIN-IN-YOUR-FOREHEAD-Poop: The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke.
LINCOLN LOG Poop: The kind of Poop that is so huge you’re afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the toilet brush.
GASSY Poop: It’s so noisy, everyone within earshot giggles.
DRINKER Poop: The kind of Poop you have the morning after a night of drinking. Its most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.
CORN Poop: (Self-explanatory)
GEE-I-WISH-I-COULD-Poop-Poop: The kind where you want to Poop, but all you do is sit on the toilet and fart a few times.
SPINAL TAP Poop: This is when it hurts so badly coming out you’d swear it was leaving you sideways.
WET CHEEKS Poop: (Also known as “The Power Dump”, or “The Cannonball”). The kind that comes out of your butt so fast, your butt cheeks get splashed with water.
LIQUID Poop: The kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out of your butt and splashes all over the toilet bowl.
Pablo’s Revenge: (Also known as “Mexicindigestion”) You ate out at a Mexican restaurant and were an hero on the salsa. You may have gained the respect of your amigos, but there’s a price to pay: an extremely unsatisfied feeling after pooping , and flaming butt cheeks for a day.
UPPER-CLASS Poop: The kind of Poop that has no odor.
THE SURPRISE Poop: You are not at the toilet because you think you are about to fart but…oops…a sneaky Poop flies out.
DANGLING Poop: This Poop refuses to drop into the toilet even though you know you are done Pooping it. You just pray that a shake or two will cut it loose.
YOUTUBE Poop: Okay now…
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BWHAHAHAHAHAAHAH…HAHAHAHA….LOL…so many differnt kinds of poop…XD
Note to self: Don’t read your About me while eating.
Hello! Just letting you know, this ISN’T for my army. It’s just for fun. But: We’re having an Rp at 6 PM EST next Saturday. If anyone’s interested meet in RPS at around 5:30 PM EST.
-AA
Unless I am mistaken, I believe you have enrolled in my army. I realize I have had you standing by for a long time, and I apologize. Now is the time to take action. This weekend, we are having a meeting about my latest mission. It will be on Sunday at 12:00 hour EST.
I hope to see you then! -21guns21
The Kartographer stood in the main lobby of his Library, having been re-arranged due to his visit with a certain robot, the Books on the shelves were no longer visible, hidden behind walls, demons moving through doors swiftly moving the books in metal boxes, so as to cover them from sight. After all this time… All the people who gathered info… show moreThe Kartographer stood in the main lobby of his Library, having been re-arranged due to his visit with a certain robot, the Books on the shelves were no longer visible, hidden behind walls, demons moving through doors swiftly moving the books in metal boxes, so as to cover them from sight. After all this time… All the people who gathered information for him. The Kartographer’s Library was unmatched by any other collection of knowledge. Smiling, The Kartographer looked to the NorthKing brood, his family. Vocum, the youngest of the brood, had grown into her teenage years, showing excellent promise as both a musician and a magician, her new Violin proving to be strong weapon in her arsenal. The next in line, Micheal, was a promising magician as well, though more in the summoning arts now. He was in his late twenties, exactly ten years older then his younger sister, Vocum. Both of them being foxes, they care for each other and love each other dearly. Next was Gallale, though not a Fox, and not of the NorthKing brood by blood, she was closer to them all then a blood aunt could be. The woman had grown, looking like she was still in her early 20’s, but now in her mid 30’s. The shards on her waist and hips had become a deadly, and well known weapon in a few realms, and her strength as a warrior was still strong. Lastly, but certainly not least, was his brother, the Ravanger. He who had claimed the title as Lord of Destruction, Son of the Mother, and Harbinger of the Father. His brother was same height as he, 16 feet tall, with his sword matching, the 1 foot long handle, and the large, square blade, the Testament. Smiling to his brood family, he remembered the other one that belonged, but sadly was no longer with them. Rudrun Aldarium. The Artic fox had contracted a very serious illness a year ago, and left them short after, but had spent his remaining time in the Library, with his family. Returning to the matter at hand, the Kartographer smiled, looking over his family once more. “It is time, my brothers and sisters, to take word of this magnificant place to the outside world. All of our knowledge, along with that of the Elexion family, will help all those who search for it. Go now, and take word of our completion to all those seeking knowledge!” The brood members slowly disappeared, as if melting into the floor, as the Kartographer stood, awaiting the first of many visitors to his new Library. show less
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