Time to pull this board out of the sucking vortex of boredom yet again. Here, grab the rope. Now, my stream of consciousness contemplations on the guy with the giant anus from the "goatse", site (yep, some sick fucker posted that up on a SF board I go to. And as an image not a link so there was no escape). Okay, first thing, I don't even like to see a pussy yanked open that far, much less the asshole of some dude. Second, how the fuck did he do that to himself? I mean, how and why did he get his ashole that big? Cramming Mrs. Butterworth bottles up there? Now, his sphincter MUST be completly fucking ruined. He must have to wear a plug up that monsterous thing to keep his shit in. Hell, he must have to plug it with the same fucking Mrs. Butterworth bottle he stretched it with. Yay, good for you fucking idiot, you have to have a plug up your fucking asshole to keep your own shit from leaking out everywhere all the time, BUT your asshole is on THE INTERNET!! Hoorah! It's all worth it! Not. Okay, so let's say turning his asshole into a cave is to facilitate gay sex. What's the incentive for the gay guy fucking him? I mean, translate this into pussy terms. You're going to want something that latches around your dick, not something that's like a Keebler Elf hole in a goddamned tree. Am I right? So, what does the "pitcher", get out of it? This selfish creature gets his prostate ring-a-dinged, whilst his ass buddy is like a worm in a subway tunnel getting nothing. I can't imagine any gay dude putting up with this shit for long. So, that means this sick bastard is all alone, ramming huge things up his monsterous shit cave, and taking pictures of his nasty hole for all to see on the net. And that's it. That's all he does!! You just know he's no fucking CEO of of some fortune 500 company or some shit. "Oh, excuse me gentlemen, squirms I know this meeting is reaching an important stage, but I have to go empty the frothing diahrrea out of my syrup bottle". "Oh, no problem. We understand, we can wait". These freaky people that implant metal horns in their heads, and hang themselves by hooks in their nipples and shit, that's all they've got. That's all they can fucking do. That guy's giant asshole defines his stupid lonely pathetic existance. This guy rammed big things up his baby ruth chute for internet fame, and dammit, he's going to get it. I just had another thought, he must have had a lot of horrible incidents along the path to giant asshole-dom. Can you imagine the poor doctor that had to pull out the first tennis ball he lost up there? This unfortunate sunovabitch goes through all those years of medical school to fix heart valves, and dispense medicine to sick old ladies and children, but NO he's got to spend the better part of an afternoon going up some imbicile's turn flume with a surgical spreader and tongs to fish out assorted foreign objects. Jeezus, and the rectal bleeding! The massive rectal bleeding! How do you turniquite off your ass?? Jesus, just seeing that picture gave me nightmares, but that poor doctor. That poor, poor fucking doctor. They must have an unbelievable amount of psychic sheilding to get through a day. Jesus. Nobody wins with this whole sorry situaton. Nobody. The horror. The fucking horror. It makes me feel like there's nothing good left in the world. I'm killed. I'm fucking killed. I just have to will my body into dying, and the giant assholes will go away forever. Oh wait, there's still Attack of the Clones!! Those laffy...daffy clones! Send in those soulful and doleful....CLONES! But where are the clones? There ought to be clones. Quick, send in the clooooones!
Krazyfool (, 65.162.192.246) - Wednesday, August 08, 2001 at 02:47:36 (MDT)
Posted on Aug 25, 2004, 5:23 PM from IP address 129.130.201.224