Well, it'd be a short night, and you'd be on the news while they were appointing his replacement.

Cortney would a WILD ride !!!!!

And you can get shots for most of what you would catch .

Courtney. Better chance of ending up dead and escaping the hell. Plus, I agree with zippyt that it would be a wild ride ;)

I'd rather fuck an electric pencil sharpener.

At least you know he'll take it in the ass.
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Back in 1994 I had it for Courtney.

This is just silly. It *has* to be Courtney Love. If you did Ann Coulter, she'd cum, the tell you a thousand reasons why what you did to make her do so was morally wrong.

Bitch.

Ann Coulter wraps her legs around you, pulling you in closer. her back arches, and she grinds against you with anger. You feel the pent up frustration flow from her as she grits her teeth against your thrust. Her nails rake channels in your back and you wince from the pain. You slap her across the face, leaving a harsh red blaze on her cheek. Her eyes light up, and she barks out a laugh. She tries to slap you back, but you catch her wrist and pin it to the bed over her head.

You bite her long neck as she rolls her eyes and writhes. Hammering her harder and harder, she bares her gleaming white teeth and tries to bite back, but you avoid the impact easily, releasing her arm and leaning back away from her. The angle creates intense pressure along the top of your shaft as you drive it across her g-spot. Her nails whip across your chest, leaving parallel red streaks that glare back at her.

Grabbing her ankles, you pull her legs out wide and straight, forcing her into a split and making you bottom out as you ram your hateful barb into her only point of vulnerability. Her breath is coming in short, hot gasps, and you increase your speed and power, driving her harder and harder. A keening sound escapes her, and rises to a wail, her eyes roll back, and her chin juts forth, her head rolling on the sheets...back and forth, whipping from side to side. the wail becomes a steady gout of sound, rising and ululating, warbling and still rising, rising.

Your ears ring from the power of the sound, and as you feel your soldiers begin their march, past the point of no return, she goes silent, eyes squinched tight shut, a grimace on her face. Her back arches, and all of her muscles lock up, her legs slam into your back, closing on you like a bear trap. She draws you into her, her heat tripling as she comes. You try to pull out. You're not protected, but she has you, and it's too late anyway. Your strength leaves you at the same instant as your seed, and you collapse on top of her, knocking your forehead against hers. She laughs softly.

Six weeks later, the phone rings. You're gonna be a daddy.




Courtney love says, "is it in yet?"

Wha'd he adopt?

Courtney Love does too much drugs. Ann Coulter doesn't.

So you'd be the reason she does ya or doesn't -- not some illicit white powder. This is in many ways a comfort.

LJ may have a future as a part-time pornographer. Wonder how he'd do with the martial-arts genderblender romance comedy Ranma 1/2? Some amateur pornsters have tackled this to some effect -- looks like they're doing everything but the auto-impregnation Ranma Saotome is theoretically capable of...

As far as we know, anyway.

Writing on drugs looks like William S. Burroughs.

That depends on the kind of drugs.

Coulters gotta' take tha' hormones or it gets ugly... those drugs don't get ya' high though.

I think I read LJ in Forum. LJ, were you the guy who had three nympho's and a basketball?