[X] My Assistant

I think it's time for a break.

Addvertisement, forum or marriage ?
You're looking very Boggyb esque lately.

See ya in two weeks, bunnehz.

What the...? Where did all those credits come from?

"Honey, if you can't kill the guy with the butt of your shotgun, then just break his neck with your bare hands."

Yay! It's Deevra! A-class zombie slayer. ...what's that, they weren't zombies? They were mentally challenged youths? Oh.

Yay! It's Deevra! A-class zombie slayer. ...what's that, they weren't zombies? They were mentally challenged youths? Oh.

Mentally challenged youths makes me sound like some sort of depraved butcher... I gave them a fighting chance. They had three hours to find a way out of the warehouse. Is it my fault all the doors but one had been mysteriously welded shut? No, of course not. The barbed wire and starving feral Chihuahuas were just for... incentive purposes. It should have been easy to break the code on the lock, I even told them what it was, the distance in kilometers from the earth to the moon. I mean, come on, how much simpler could I have made it?

Someday Deevra, you must write a book. It will be the most entertainingly violent and psychotic book ever written. Within three months, it will be banned in 128 countries across the globe.

Someday Deevra, you must write a book. It will be the most entertainingly violent and psychotic book ever written. Within three months, it will be banned in 128 countries across the globe.

OH, I do write, all the damn time. It's all I have at the moment. That's what the website is all about. Sure, the first several articles are quite tame, but of l;ate I've let those depraved instincts take more and more control. I live to entertain.

Hey Deevra, remember when we were kids, and you'd be like "Hey Brad, get in the barrel." and I'd be like "No. I don't want to get in the barrel." and then you'd be like "Get in the barrel, Brad." and finally I'd get in the barrel and you'd kick it downhill? Ahhh... good times.

Deevraved instincts (IMG:[invalid] style_emoticons/default/laugh.gif)

I love (sic)'s signature. If I hadn't wasted my Karma-load on that Rapeko guy I would have given it to you. Give me a little while and I'll have a special shot just for you.

They tend to impose strict moral standards. No piercing of the genitals, no lolicon, no goat play. The first two I can live without, but the goat play? That's just baaaaad business.

This post has been edited by BradRepko: Jun 14 2010, 07:05

Hey Deevra, remember when we were kids, and you'd be like "Hey Brad, get in the barrel." and I'd be like "No. I don't want to get in the barrel." and then you'd be like "Get in the barrel, Brad." and finally I'd get in the barrel and you'd kick it downhill? Ahhh... good times.

You know, I don't remember that. Of course, my therapist... Well, my current therapist, the living one, would tell me that incidents like that is what the treatments are for. They say they'll make me a normal productive member of society and I wont have the bad thoughts any more. Everytime they tell me this I start weeping uncontrollably...
Oddly enough, though, ever time I think of Brad, the area on my head around the stitches start throbbing. I wonder why that is...

What's with all the whingy people i live with, i mean SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!

Life needs a mute button.

People need a mute button is more accurate.

I have a partial mute button in life. It's called not leaving the house.

A friend of mine's dad once told me that every guy comes with a mute button in his pants. If you want to shut a woman up, just shove your cock down her throat. That's what he told me. Of course, that's a stupid idea unless she doesn't have any teeth.... so it'll work just fine in Britain.

A friend of mine's dad once told me that every guy comes with a mute button in his pants. If you want to shut a woman up, just shove your cock down her throat. That's what he told me. Of course, that's a stupid idea unless she doesn't have any teeth.... so it'll work just fine in Britain.

Why, that's easy, you just get a modified strap-on. First you insert the dildo in the mouth, then strap it to the head, there, instant mute and no danger for Mister Winkerton.

The only problem is they can't shout your name when gagging on your cock. Oh well, you can always shout their own name. It's not like you leave witnesses. Well, except for the camera. Snuff porn sells a fortune in certain foreign markets.