Once again, Tommy was awakened by the shrill sound of his cellphone.
At the other side of the phone, was the distinguished professor of grammar at the University of Middlesbrough, England, Dr Darkmatter who told him that two of the most beloved advisers of Tommy, had begun a bitter dispute.
- What kind of dispute? -, Tommy asked with some bad feelings...
- They are fighting for a cat -, said Dr. Darkmatter
- A cat? Why? - cried Tommy
- Well, the story began when your advisor in Etiquette and correct use of language, Mr Abberation wanted to bring a new cat into the yard for pets... which upset the your Public Relationship Advisor, Mr Bison who hates cats...-, said Dr Darkmatter calmly.
With his usual reflectivity, Tommy asked Dr Darkmatter
- Tell those two ...
P.S. The two advisors please avoid write here by now...
...to stop fighting over pussy !
It's never worth it. Even though god knows how long it's been since I saw a good pussy. Most of the ones I see look like no ones taken care of them and they smell bad, real bad. 
Just then a knock came at Tommy's door, it was ...
Senior Admiral Mr Cyg which came with the same news and added that the Mr Abb's cat had ringworm and that under no circumstances was acceptable in the yard for pets...
Then Tommy did a call to...
...the free clinic to see how much it would cost to get the pussy fixed up."Bring her down" the doctor said, "A few shots and she'll be good as new ... less the wear and tear, and the rancid smell, and festering puss filled boils, and ..."
Tommy's mind drifted off to a happy place, where Mac's are the best computer made when suddenly the dial tone brought him crashing back to reality. "Damn public Service, not like it used to be"
Just then Tommy had an idea ....
- We could ban another whole clan this month...! -, Tommy thought with a smile in his face...
- I will order this to the guys in the next ventrilo meeting...
But a sound interrupted his thoughts...
Was....
.... the cat sitting with a bird on one side of the river.
On the other side of the river was cat food and bird food.
The bird said "I'll just fly over there and eat that food". And he did
The Cat watched and figured if he can do it so can I, so he tried and fell in the river almost drowned.
The morel of the story is for every content cock there is a wet pussy.
grubb
... Grubb doing burnouts in his Trans Am in Tommy's front yard " Lets go knock off a liquor store. We can use the money to pay for the server" Grubb slurred.
'What are you on???" Tommy asked annoyed. "What have you got?" replied an already plastered Grubb. " Ambien... what else?" Tommy replied jumping into the front seat of Grubbs wicked ride, "Have a couple". Tommy and Grubb washed a hand full of Ambien down with a home made micro brew of Grubbs. "This taste like shit" Tommy grimmaced. "It tastes better if you don't chew the Ambiens before you swallow" Grubb sneered. "Make fun of my micro brew ...see if I share with you again".
Grubb and Tommy sped off in search of the local liquor store when suddenly from behind them came....
...the ringing of the phone it was Tommy, "slow the fuck down Grubb" Tommy had called to say a little upset that the cat almost drowned. Grubb took a big swig of his Crown Royal "Jesus Tommy I'm right next to you". Grubb backed off the accelerator and calmed down. After a joy ride to nowhere they arrived back at Tommy's place. They weren't there but a few minutes when Grubb heard a knock at at Tommy's door, it was the proctologist Tanner.
"Tommy, it's for you" Grubb cackled.
(edited to make sense and continue the story)
The now wet dirty little pussy named Tanner standing in the front of Tommy, waiting to give Tommy and Grubb an anal exam also brings with him the stench of vaginal discharge waiting to corrupt the all mighty clan DOU founder.
As dark clouds cover there is a flash of lightening. Tanner says out loud....
(edited to make sense and continue the story)
Guys, edit your posts.
Take a look at what's written above.
It reads like a story with the next person continuing where the last person left off ...
See the pattern?
Grubb needs to do his first so Vioguez can make his adjustment.
(too late, did it for you)
mAmA
"Muahahahah, whos first?" Tanner said in a frightening way as he rumaged through is bag of anal instuments, "C'mon don't be shy, who will it be?"
Grub reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a ....
... a note from Abb. "I'll be the first, I'll just pretend its my brother Evil."
...But, EVIL was busy with grubbs sister,so the RSA team said they would take one for the lost abandoned team of losers that they are, but wait, FUN joined in and wanted to be.....
".::/3I§ON wrote: ... a note from Abb. "I'll be the first, I'll just pretend its my brother Evil."
How about you go fuck yourself you self righteous sack of shit. I'm sick and tired of you being a flat out piece of shit. All you do is mock everything and everyone. As far as I'm concerned you can go out into the woods and blow your own fucking head off. I'm sick of your bullshit. If you cant have normal social interactions with people even if you disagree with them why the fuck are you even in the clan?
Oh my.
We need to take a time-out from all of this I think.
T
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