Terri Schiavo...

Diae Soulmender · Post by **Diae Soulmender** » March 28, 2005, 6:40 pm

http://durrrrr.blogspot.com/

The above URL is work safe.

Tenuvil · Post by **Tenuvil** » March 28, 2005, 6:53 pm

wrong!

Canoe · Post by **Canoe** » March 28, 2005, 7:30 pm

wrong on so many levels.....

Still made me chuckle, but I felt bad!

Animalor · Post by **Animalor** » March 29, 2005, 1:43 pm

I chuckled at this.

I'm going to hell...

Hesten · Post by **Hesten** » March 29, 2005, 2:54 pm

[quote="Animalor"]I chuckled at this.

I'm going to hell...[/quote

I dont believe in hell, so im safe

Fairweather Pure · Post by **Fairweather Pure** » March 29, 2005, 2:55 pm

Hilarious. I sent it to many people who will hopefully take offense.

Fairweather Pure · Post by **Fairweather Pure** » March 29, 2005, 3:09 pm

An equally offensive little story someone posted on that blog.

She winked as she asked for a different kind of feeding tube. Happy to oblige, my zipper made a familiar sound that made Terri's face light up with joy. Spreading her drool liberally on my chest, I gazed upon her heaving breasts and as there was no longer a feeding tube that would hinder the removal of her shirt, it was haphazardly flung in the nearest empty chair facing us.

I guided her hands to my beanbags of love, where her intermittent squeezing didn't bother me too much. Laying completely on her now, I pressed her flesh balloons together where a meek gurgling of delight escaped from her lips. My cockmeat was straining against her panties now, as her back arched slightly in preperation for the Senate pigeonholing I was about to give her.

"NnnNNUGH!" she cried out as my living will entered hers. Her shaking hands tussled my hair like Michael J Fox, the bedpan underneath quivering with our indomitable thrusts. Her breathing skipped a beat, as beads of sticky sweat appeared over brow. Deftly turning her on her back, my hands grabbed her supple sides. She could live for another couple weeks, I'd imagine.

After what felt like many hours riding the short bus, my climax was building up like a court case. I left incriminating evidence everywhere. The verdict was in, out, in. Our passionate tryst had drawn to a close, much like the curtains. I waved a tearful goodbye as the wails reverberated throughout the white corridors.

I needed a glass of water after that, one that would never be forgotten. I took a sip, and said goodnight one last time.

Post by **Xouqoa** » March 31, 2005, 10:26 pm

That's wrong on so many levels.

But I did laugh. A little.