KLB Klaagbaak
Klaag maar raak voor een knaak.
soms heb je van die dagen dat je na het kleien kunt blijven afvegen, niks helpt. Op elk schoon stukje toiletpapier komt weer een laag chocopasta. Uiteindelijk blijft er een gedeelte geklit in je konthaar, erg onhygiënisch. Hier kom je s avonds dan achter onder de douche, de stukken drijven het afvoerputje in.
Klacht van de dag, nutteloosheid van konthaar, zorgt voor onhygiënisch situaties.
Hieronder een paint van patiënt Ruud die hier ook mee dealt op dagelijkse basis.
Klacht van de dag, nutteloosheid van konthaar, zorgt voor onhygiënisch situaties.
Hieronder een paint van patiënt Ruud die hier ook mee dealt op dagelijkse basis.
TS is een Centaur
Op dinsdag 13 november 2012 21:54 schreef tong80 het volgende:
Ik laat je kreunen en smeken naar genade als ik je achterlangs neem.
:P
Ik laat je kreunen en smeken naar genade als ik je achterlangs neem.
:P
Je konthaar vang kontzweet op en houdt het vast zodat je scheten mannelijker ruiken en vrouwen eerder op je fallus willen zitten. Okokgroetjens!
Extremistisch gematigd.
Scheren is niet zo verstandig. Las een verhaal over zo'n gast die het wel gedaan heeft.
Weet helaas niet meer waar ik m kan vinden.
Weet helaas niet meer waar ik m kan vinden.
Op dinsdag 13 november 2012 21:54 schreef tong80 het volgende:
Ik laat je kreunen en smeken naar genade als ik je achterlangs neem.
:P
Ik laat je kreunen en smeken naar genade als ik je achterlangs neem.
:P
Kwam onder een bus terecht. BAM. Dood.quote:Op woensdag 4 april 2012 13:53 schreef P8 het volgende:
Een beetje een anticlimax, Lithia.
Wat gebeurde er met die man?
Die heeft zijn lesje dus wel geleerd.
Dat was echt een briljant topic. Ik moest er ook direct aan denkenquote:
Scheren is niet zo verstandig. Las een verhaal over zo'n gast die het wel gedaan heeft.
Weet helaas niet meer waar ik m kan vinden.
Don't Shave That Hair!!!
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting.
No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.
I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.
I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know.
I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.
Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic shit- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.
Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."
Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.
As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.
Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting.
No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.
I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.
I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know.
I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.
Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic shit- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.
Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."
Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.
As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.
Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!
me gusta mi reggae, me gusta punk rock
Op dinsdag 13 november 2012 21:54 schreef tong80 het volgende:
Ik laat je kreunen en smeken naar genade als ik je achterlangs neem.
:P
Ik laat je kreunen en smeken naar genade als ik je achterlangs neem.
:P
Nét te laat.
Op dinsdag 13 november 2012 21:54 schreef tong80 het volgende:
Ik laat je kreunen en smeken naar genade als ik je achterlangs neem.
:P
Ik laat je kreunen en smeken naar genade als ik je achterlangs neem.
:P
Wat laat je ons lezen.quote:
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/lax/35274458.html
niet je konthaar scherenquote:
Teveel tekst, geen zin om te lezen.
Wie vat hem samen?
me gusta mi reggae, me gusta punk rock
Ik ken iemand bij wie het konthaar naar binnen was gegroeid, moest geopereerd worden en moest 6 weken op een donut zitten. Dus laten zitten lijkt me ook niet zo verstandig.
Behulpzaam als een waterkraan.
Op woensdag 29 april 2015 16:30 schreef seto het volgende:
als je niet #teamhenk bent ben je gewoon een *weggeFopt*homo
Op woensdag 29 april 2015 16:30 schreef seto het volgende:
als je niet #teamhenk bent ben je gewoon een *weggeFopt*homo
Het kan pas naar binnen groeien nadat je het geschoren hebt.quote:Op woensdag 4 april 2012 14:00 schreef fathank het volgende:
Ik ken iemand bij wie het konthaar naar binnen was gegroeid, moest geopereerd worden en moest 6 weken op een donut zitten. Dus laten zitten lijkt me ook niet zo verstandig.
Who's the black private dick
That's a sex machine to all the chicks?
That's a sex machine to all the chicks?
Want als je het niet scheert groeit het niet?
Behulpzaam als een waterkraan.
Op woensdag 29 april 2015 16:30 schreef seto het volgende:
als je niet #teamhenk bent ben je gewoon een *weggeFopt*homo
Op woensdag 29 april 2015 16:30 schreef seto het volgende:
als je niet #teamhenk bent ben je gewoon een *weggeFopt*homo
Fokking briljantquote:
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/lax/35274458.html
Tè visueel topic.
It is our light, not our darkness that frightens us the most.
Our biggest fear is not that we are inadequate, our biggest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
Our biggest fear is not that we are inadequate, our biggest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
En hoe weet jij dit ?quote:Op woensdag 4 april 2012 14:02 schreef Ahmad1nejad het volgende:
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Het kan pas naar binnen groeien nadat je het geschoren hebt.
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