Gday Joels lit thread

[Otis Driftwood]

Post your diary or whatever here. But no cats with cocks, ok?

[Pres Zount]

It is the year 2015, the second world war never ended, but continued on to consume the planet. By late 1940, WWII had changed so much that previous enemies were allied and vice versa. A small period of peace was decimated with a nuclear artillery strike on Moscow on February 21 1944, followed by a retaliatory nuclear attack on Washington D.C.

War in the twenty first century has not evolved far beyond the weapon designs of the fourties and fifties. Larger tanks, masses of men and bombs play a bigger role in killing than small squads of elite soldiers and precision bombing.

I can pump this shit out like lightning.

[camo]

Here is a nice poem written about the place I was born. It's a lovely place called Bolton in Greater Manchester, England. As you can tell I have nothing but love for my place of origin...


There is a place I know,
My place of eternal bane,
Through cobbled street and terrace,
Under Cumulus and rain.

A place where time stands still,
They disregard new as strange,
Stubborn folk with millstone,
The people never change.


by me

[Pres Zount]

A cold winter. Somewhere in New York, high above the moody city. Justin Timberlake is sitting in his dirty underwear. A quick swig of the bottle he is holding, and then back to the depression that has engulfed him. All that can be heard is the creak of the upstairs floor and the wailing of police sirens far, far, down below. Then; a gunshot! 'What has happenend to me?' is all that runs through his lyric-less mind, it will be the last thing he ever wonders, as the bottle slips from his fingers.

"LET ME DANCE TO SEXY BACK, YOU FANNY!!!!" the woman screams; another shot! "I CAN BE IN THE BACKGROUND OF YOUR NEXT VIDEO!!!!" The noise ends with a gurgle of blood and the dropping of a pistol. There is no sounds, now, except for the creak of the upstairs floorboards, and the increasingly close wailing of police sirens.

[Randetica]

haha this^ made me a bit horny

[Randetica]

lol

you should write for the playboy (y)

[Randetica]

i know


tom is a sick bitch

[Randetica]

:)