Selma Shields

QUOTE (1-0-0-1-0-0-1 @ Oct 5 2010, 02:49 AM) Is the only board you have this kind of trouble on? Have you been banned/suspended/run off from any others? Is what the who? Listen, man. I love you. You see all this? All this schitt you have to contend with here. It's not your fault. Ya know that? Look at me, son. It's not your fault. I know. It's not your fault. I know. No, no, you don't. It's not your fault. I know. It's not your fault. All right. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. Don't phuck with me. It's not your fault. Don't phuck with me all right? Don't phuck with me, Sean. Not you. It's not your fault...It's not your fault...Oh God....Oh God, I'm so sorry...

My apologies to snowdogged...There's so many tags here, that earlier, I must of confused his words with some of the nastier SOBs at TRF, dudes like RushRevisited, Bog and GeddyRulz...Those are just some nasty, mean-spirited SOBs, those guys...full of malicious, maligned, hateful hate inside. It'll gnarl ya all up like Bog's wife nose if ya let it. Or, turn ya head into a Spanish Armada helmet, like with what happened to GeddyRulz after the accident. If snowdogged is actually feeling those words he just delivered (and only he knows that fo' sho'), then HE'S the ONE most deserving of the Big Boy pants here at TRF. Snowdogged is all grows up, and most deserving of all beautiful babies henceforth. He's the guy who wears the pants. Hats off to the pants. Guys like GEDS too. Stand up guys, lke that. These are the guys who should take their belts off and bring the other guys down a peg or two. I don't claim to be one of the good 'uns. The rest of us here are mostly taking a seat when it comes to being stand up guys. But, I'm smart, see. Yep, I'll say it again. One time. I'm smart, see. And, I can detect high level humanity in others. Two time. I can be a righteous A-Hole. Truth. But, there's some of ya'll here that so effortlessly bring out the inner rectum in me. Why is that? That's because some of ya'll wear your inner rectum so proudly out on your sleeves. Conceal that schitt and watch how quickly it disappears in others.

QUOTE (1-0-0-1-0-0-1 @ Oct 4 2010, 12:44 PM) The last guy who tried doing long, over-thought, overly-detailed captions almost never won because his longass captions weren't funny. Hopefully, you can learn from his mistakes. Thanks, 1-0-0-1. I was reading along, and, to me at least, it didn't seem the case was that the guy's larger contribs weren't funny, but that they weren't 'understood' by the same exact small group of members who couldn't grasp his philosophy either...Seemed to always be the same people. I really don't think it was a reflection on the humor itself at all, but rather the reader. Since it also seems that really no one here thinks that the other person is funny when prompted and put on the spot. It costs too much internally to part with that sorta praise to another individual, be it an outsider or peer.

Bob's wife had such a band case of Nosanosia, that it began eating her from the inside out...Her lips were the first to go. Bob was the second.

The official report said that the fat cells extracted from Bob's wife's ass were initially intended as support for her thin and lifeless lips. She had always felt inferior while viewing pictures of stars, like Eva Mendes and Liv Tyler, and sought to boost her confidence through a seemingly simple, cosmetic procedure. But, after time passed, the fat cells had seeped on through the walls of the Septum, eventually settling and thence rendering this mangled, phallic-like appendage seen before you now in all its twisted glory. At first, Bob was saddened by his wife's newfound deformity. He felt the darn thing encroaching upon him at the dinner table, felt it sizing him up in the TV room. He thought it to be buckled and contorted, gnarled and grotesque. Was it looking to suffocate him in his sleep? How could he be absolutely sure it wasn't? But, after weeks of exposure to his wife's new protuberance in the only place that really mattered, the Master Bedroom, Bob began to come around some. Bog began to see things from a different, better angle. The view from over his shoulder was utterly transending. What was earlier seen as an unwanted appurtenance, an entity out for only malicious ends, had now morphed into an indespensable 'bridge' between himself and his wife...and, something, which, at this very moment was dancing around proudly, smack dab right there in his very own ends. The lil' fella had found a home...a dark, stank, snug, and cavernous playland. Now Bob, his little lady, and their new housemate are Livin' Large. It looks like Bob continues to enjoy the Big Lift he gets from his new, lil' buddy. This Christmas it'll be a sleigh full of Confidence and a sack full of Pride for Bob. So, enjoy the type of 'natural male enhancement' that can only be achieved through a freakish, out-patient, surgical procedure like this one. Try Menzyte today.