Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Signs
A gas retailer in the Moncton area believes there is more than one way to catch a thief, and he's using a portable sign asking the culprit to stop stealing his fuel.
Jason Lutes, who owns the Esso convenience store and gas station at Magnetic Hill, said the driver of a silver Pontiac G-5 has filled up at his station twice in the last two weeks, and then left without paying.
He couldn't use the licence plate to identify the thief since he said the driver removes his plates before filling up.
Lutes has placed a large sign with neon letters in front of his station asking the driver to stop taking his gas.
The sign reads "Hey Silver Pontiac G-5 with no plate—please stop stealing gas."
Jason Lutes, who owns the Esso convenience store and gas station at Magnetic Hill, said the driver of a silver Pontiac G-5 has filled up at his station twice in the last two weeks, and then left without paying.
He couldn't use the licence plate to identify the thief since he said the driver removes his plates before filling up.
Lutes has placed a large sign with neon letters in front of his station asking the driver to stop taking his gas.
The sign reads "Hey Silver Pontiac G-5 with no plate—please stop stealing gas."
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Another story
was busting for a shiit this afternoon so i thought for the first time ever id use the public toilets. i walk in there and there was only 2 toilets in there, both taken. so i stood by the sink holding in this mega boris. all i could think about was how good this will feel after i unleash the demon within, and while standing i could slowly feel the head leave its mark on my undies. 5 minutes pass and im still waiting in the quiet, listening to grunting and the 'plop' sound of the boris hitting the water. i couldnt hold this in any further, so i had to sya something. "how long will you guys be?". no answer. "i need to **** real bad i can feel it coming". "shutup and wait your turn" he says. another minute passses and usually i can hold this in but today was real bad. i couldnt do it any longer, so was time for plan b, **** in the sink. pulled down my pants and started grunting loudly and you could hear the boris slide down the sink. one of the guys then yelled "what the fuk r u doing" and opened his door, so i flashed my penis at him. he qikly closed the door and then i heard the toilet paper begin to roll. i only got one **** out but it was enuf, i used the paper towels to wipe my ass, and turned on the hand dryer so the hot air would make the **** smell even more. i heard his belt buckle and as i ran out i yelled "dont forget to wash your hands" and threw one of my paper towels with **** on it over in his cubicle.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Dyson Airblade
Well, I certainly applaud anyone wanting to fck a Dyson Airblade, but take it from this fck rat, I've spent my entire adult life in public bathrooms fcking Dyson Airblades, and a program like this one can do more harm than good.
If you only train one part of your body (and that's all a single exercise like ucking Dyson Airblades is going to do for you), you're setting yourself up for injuries down the road. I've seen it a hundred times.
It's like putting a bratwurst sausage in a toaster. What will you accomplish? You'll blow out the microchip, the coil, the power adapter, etc., because those flaccid parts aren't designed to handle the power of an erection inside of a toaster.
Fcking a Dyson Airblade basically only trains the penis muscles and to some extent, the buttocks. What you really want to do is train your entire body, all the major muscle groups (chest, back, abdomen, legs, shoulders and arms) at the same time, over the course of a fck session. And don't forget your paper towel for quick clean-up!
I'm proud of you guys wanting to do this. Three cheers! Falling in love with fcking Dyson Airblades, etc., is one of the greatest things you can do for yourself. And you WILL fall in love with it if you can just force yourself to stick with it a year or two and experience the amazing progress you'll make.
But do it right, okay?
My advice, find a good Dyson Airblade fcking trainer (especially in the beginning, until you get the hang of it yourself) and let them guide you in your quest for ultimate Airblade fcking. Thirty to 45 minutes a day, three days a week, is all you'll ever need to do (I refuse to believe anyone is so busy that he or she cannot make time for that, especially considering how important it is).
And don't worry about being embarrassed or not being in shape the first time you walk into the bathroom and glare at that Dyson Airblade. You have to start somewhere and almost every one of us were there ourselves at one time. So no one will say anything to you and very, very quickly you will progress way beyond that stage anyway.
Now get out there and start fcking!
If you only train one part of your body (and that's all a single exercise like ucking Dyson Airblades is going to do for you), you're setting yourself up for injuries down the road. I've seen it a hundred times.
It's like putting a bratwurst sausage in a toaster. What will you accomplish? You'll blow out the microchip, the coil, the power adapter, etc., because those flaccid parts aren't designed to handle the power of an erection inside of a toaster.
Fcking a Dyson Airblade basically only trains the penis muscles and to some extent, the buttocks. What you really want to do is train your entire body, all the major muscle groups (chest, back, abdomen, legs, shoulders and arms) at the same time, over the course of a fck session. And don't forget your paper towel for quick clean-up!
I'm proud of you guys wanting to do this. Three cheers! Falling in love with fcking Dyson Airblades, etc., is one of the greatest things you can do for yourself. And you WILL fall in love with it if you can just force yourself to stick with it a year or two and experience the amazing progress you'll make.
But do it right, okay?
My advice, find a good Dyson Airblade fcking trainer (especially in the beginning, until you get the hang of it yourself) and let them guide you in your quest for ultimate Airblade fcking. Thirty to 45 minutes a day, three days a week, is all you'll ever need to do (I refuse to believe anyone is so busy that he or she cannot make time for that, especially considering how important it is).
And don't worry about being embarrassed or not being in shape the first time you walk into the bathroom and glare at that Dyson Airblade. You have to start somewhere and almost every one of us were there ourselves at one time. So no one will say anything to you and very, very quickly you will progress way beyond that stage anyway.
Now get out there and start fcking!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Why I don't See My Family
So I was 26 and my little sister was only 11. Anyways she gets in the shower and a little while later gets out and goes into her room to dress.
Like 3 seconds later she starts screaming and I am working out in my room doing my third rep of chest curls, so I have no shirt on. I immediatly drop my 50 lb weights and barge in and ask her what the fukc is wrong with her and she points up at the ceiling and its just a little stupid spider on the ceiling. Our ceiling is kind of high so I have to jump to get it. So i grab a magazine and jump up to swat it. and I hit it a little but it falls and lands right on my fukcing sisters head.
she immideatly drops her towel and starts swatting at her head screaming "GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF" I notice it crawling down her back and it is still alive I drop the magazine because it wasnt working so well and i grab her shoulder with one hand to get control of her because she is flailing around like a maniac and then I am swatting at it with my only other free hand. and just then my parents burst in and see her naked and me in just my aids shorts spanking her rearend while she is crying her ****ing guts out.
Most embarassing day of my life. I tried to explain to them i was like "guys oh no wait there was a spider there was spider and stuff". and my little sister was still crying her guts oout and my dad just exploded and told me to "get in your fukcing room immediatly you sick fukcing predator". It doesnt help that a couple months ago they found a pair of her undies on my floor. I dont know how they got there but probably were stuck in my pants after mom did laundry or something.
i really felt like killing myself.
Like 3 seconds later she starts screaming and I am working out in my room doing my third rep of chest curls, so I have no shirt on. I immediatly drop my 50 lb weights and barge in and ask her what the fukc is wrong with her and she points up at the ceiling and its just a little stupid spider on the ceiling. Our ceiling is kind of high so I have to jump to get it. So i grab a magazine and jump up to swat it. and I hit it a little but it falls and lands right on my fukcing sisters head.
she immideatly drops her towel and starts swatting at her head screaming "GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF" I notice it crawling down her back and it is still alive I drop the magazine because it wasnt working so well and i grab her shoulder with one hand to get control of her because she is flailing around like a maniac and then I am swatting at it with my only other free hand. and just then my parents burst in and see her naked and me in just my aids shorts spanking her rearend while she is crying her ****ing guts out.
Most embarassing day of my life. I tried to explain to them i was like "guys oh no wait there was a spider there was spider and stuff". and my little sister was still crying her guts oout and my dad just exploded and told me to "get in your fukcing room immediatly you sick fukcing predator". It doesnt help that a couple months ago they found a pair of her undies on my floor. I dont know how they got there but probably were stuck in my pants after mom did laundry or something.
i really felt like killing myself.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
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