helo bante
can I hab stori time? I wan slep but canno
Helo bante
William Baker
Ryan Parker
Go to sleep, dumb scottish ghei
Jason Morris
I cum into ur vagina
The End
Connor White
once upon a time there was a cute brit boi with lots and lots of proxies who lived a happy, long life :)
Xavier Bailey
once upon a time there was an ugly barnacle
he was so ugly that everybody died
the end
Eli Stewart
i wan stori!!
bad stori, wat happen next, wat happen befor? so mani plotholes
wat becomes of him?
Ethan Nelson
I'll break out something that our old Plague Doctor wrote:
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the board
Not a poster was stirring, not even ashleywhore
The stockings were all hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that duke nukem and cirno’ll be there
Amei and space cowboy, all snug in their bed
Had visions of dildos dancing in their head
While yuuka sat waiting outside her window
Hong Kong fapped to furry porn he hid in his pillow
The doctor in his lab, black cloak in a sway
Fiddling with chemicals that may cure the gay
While mrs normie spoke like she was a tard
His husband was in the corner, flicking combat cards.
When all of the sudden, as quick as a flash
Duke busted through the window, and said “BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS”
The shout awoke everyone, all the posters came in the room
PD, bumstead, and resettius too
And cirno flew through the window, he chest as flat as a line
finger pointed upwards, she said “check this nice 9”
The whole room turned blue, the frogposters froze over
And the anons rejoiced under the four leafed clover.
And as the clock struck twelve, who gave all a fright
Cirno said, “merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night”
Dominic Morales
he's clearly french
your braines are tiny
Henry Wright
There once was a man named Hol Horse.
He had lots of justice to enforce.
He really truly was the best.
Better and better than all the rest.
His aim was true, and the bullets he flew
Went right through the enemy's chest.
Jonathan Flores
>plotholes
Like the hole I put into u lole
Isaiah Howard
not going to give you an stori.
Sweetdreams dummy scottish
Christian Wilson
this stori is sad... did barnakel live all alone afterward?
but is no chrismas... I wan chrismas nao! I wan gib gifts! do you hab any tales about you, papa Duke?
faek horse, whol horse wouldn wan to be #1! who is this horse?
I did chuckle I'll admit
not naisu spen :(
to iu too, hab a goode night!
Jason Bailey
uhhhh..i don't remember
Liam Jackson
>me
>today
>at veterinary cause dog had lump
>they took tests
>50/50 if good or bad tumor
>blood tests come back tomorrow
>if tumor is bad she'll just be put down without surgery or any attempt whatsoever
good night OP
Levi Morgan
he goes to bed and has a good slumber
Austin Gonzalez
Uhhh...
There once was a Swedish Yuropoor pestering the King
So, being who I am, I put a cigar in my fat American mouth and said "Blow it out your ass"
It was so powerful that he was launched all the way back to Sweden and gangraped by a bunch of Finns.
The end
Jaxon Williams
akari gold
the end
Jack Powell
nu
Blake Bell
Alright german story now
>be me
>living in berlin
>meet dutch qt
>we hold hands once
>she leaves
>havent talked to her since
>the end
Michael Phillips
eh, goode enough. I thank you for teh stori!
doggi dies everi fiev second, I do not hav partikular attachment to your, but I realli hope all goes wel. I'm sorri for you, Sweden :(
I wan to be him, I wan good slumer...
thank you papa, teh stori made me smile. I wishe you a good evning, nevr lose your atitud!
is... uuh... short... but is goode...? I liek Akari
preddy pleas mister UK?
Ryan Jones
moev on neighbor! we can holde hands if you wan
Lincoln Fisher
you're welcome ma'am. sleep tight :)
Ryder Reed
Heartwarming
Here's one:
Last night a student was walking home from the library at 4 am in a shady metropolis.
Sirens start blaring, and a cop speeds down an adjacent street.
Soon on every block there's another cop either sitting there or silently cruising by. These are each distinct cops since they'd drive by then park at a corner and shut the lights off.
Firetruck comes up in the opposite direction of the cops, lights and siren off.
In the distance some guy is running down the sidewalk towards our tired friend. He opens a knife under his hoody because he'd rather go down fighting then get raped.
The runner comes closer into view and speeds past, he's a chubby white guy (also looks like a student) running barefoot, wearing a backpack, and holding his flip flop sandals in one hand.
So the mystery is: what the fuck was going on?
I wish the story had an ending, but sleep & safety were much more appealing than curiosity at the time.
Samuel Hughes
can i tell a story?
Evan Allen
Yeah no problem frenchie, sleep tight and all that.
Gabriel Morris
was teh stori a real life occurence? lets maek an ending to it, bante!
yes! all stori welcom
Hudson Sanders
i will let you hear a passage from my journal.
This area was meadows and forests and cornfields just a short time ago. There's nothing left of it, nothing at all. Literally not a blade of grass, not a tiny blade. Every millimeter of earth has been churned up and churned again, the trees uprooted and torn apart and ground to sludge. The houses shot to pieces, the bricks crushed into powder. The railway tracks turned into spirals, hills flattened, everything turned to desert. And everything full of corpses who have been turned over a hundred times. Whole lines of soldiers are lying in front of the positions, our passages are filled with corpses lying over each other in layers.