<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872128845602746984</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:42:37.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beantier_Text</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beantier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872128845602746984.post-2680224623409158994</id><published>2007-03-16T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:26:44.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to be a millionaire!!</title><content type='html'>I just got this in my email. I'm so excited, I'm going to be a millionaire!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM:MR.AHMED HAROUNA.&lt;br /&gt;AFRICAN DEVELOPEMENT BANK&lt;br /&gt;BURKINA FASO (ADB)&lt;br /&gt;OUAGADOUGOU-BURKINA FASO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR FRIEND,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WILL BE A SURPRISE FOR YOU TO RECEIVE THIS MAIL. WELCOME THIS LETTER IN THE NAME OF ALLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM MR MR.AHMED HAROUNA, THE DIRECTOR OF THE ACCOUNTS &amp;amp; AUDITING DEPT. AT THE AFRICAN DEVLOPEMENT BANK OUAGADOUGOU-WEST AFRICA. WITH DUE RESPECT I HAVE DECIDED TO CONTACT YOU ON A BUSINESS TRANSACTION THAT WILL BE BENEFICIAL TO BOTH OF US. AT THE BANK'S LAST ACCOUNTS/AUDITING EVALUATIONS, MY STAFFS CAME ACROSS AN OLD ACCOUNT WHICH WAS BEING MAINTAINED BY A FOREIGN CLIENT WHO WE LEARNT WAS AMONG THE DECEASED PASSENGERS OF AN AIRLINE CRASH ON 6TH NOV. 2003. SINCE THE DECEASED WAS UNABLE TO RUN THIS ACCOUNT SINCE HIS DEATH. THE ACCOUNT HAS REMAINED DORMANT WITHOUT THE KNOWLEDGE OF HIS FAMILY SINCE IT WAS PUT IN A SAFE DEPOSIT ACCOUNT IN THE BANK FOR FUTURE INVESTMENT BY THE CLIENT. SINCE HIS DEMISE, NOBODY, NOT EVEN THE MEMBERS OF HIS FAMILY HAVE APPLIED FOR CLAIMS OVER THIS FUND AND IT HAS BEEN IN THE SAFE DEPOSIT ACCOUNT UNTIL WE DISCOVERED THAT IT CANNOT BE CLAIMED SINCE OUR CLIENT IS A FOREIGN NATIONAL AND WE ARE SURE THAT HE HAS NO NEXT OF KIN HERE TO FILE CLAIMS OVER THE MONEY. AS THE DIRECTOR OF THE DEPT, THIS DISCOVERY WAS BROUGHT TO MY OFFICE SO AS TO DECIDE WHAT IS TO BE DONE. WITH THE FEW PERSONEL IN MY DEPT, WE DECIDED TO SEEK WAYS THROUGH WHICH TO TRANSFER THIS MONEY OUT OF THE BANK AND OUT OF THE COUNTRY TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TOTAL AMOUNT IN THE ACCOUNTS IS TEN MILLION FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND&lt;br /&gt;DOLLARS(USD 10,500,000.00). WITH OUR POSITIONS AS STAFFS OF THE BANK, WE ARE HANDICAPPED BECAUSE WE CANNOT OPERATE FOREIGN ACCOUNTS AND CANNOT LAY BONAFIDE CLAIM OVER THIS MONEY.WHILE WE WERE CONTEMPLATING ON WHAT TO DO, A FRIEND OF MINE WHO WORKS WITH THE CHAMBER OF COMMERCE AND INDUSTRY RECOMMENDED YOUR PERSONALITY TO ME AND ADVISED I SHOULD ASK YOU FOR HELP TO TRANSFER THIS MONEY OUT OF THE COUNTRY. THE CLIENT IS A FOREIGN NATIONAL AND YOU WILL ONLY BE ASKED TO ACT AS HIS NEXT OF KIN AND I WILL SUPPLY YOU WITH ALL THE NECESSARY INFORMATIONS AND BANK DATA TO ASSIST YOU IN BEING ABLE TO TRANSFER THIS MONEY TO ANY BANK OF YOUR CHOICE WHERE THIS MONEY COULD BE TRANSFERED INTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AND MY PARTNERS HAVE DECIDED TO GIVE AWAY FOURTY % (40%)TO YOU FOR YOUR ASSISTANCE AND TEN (10%) FOR ANY EXPENSES THAT MIGHT ARISE DURING THE TRANSACTION OF THIS TRANSFER.WE WANT TO ASSURE YOU THAT THIS TRANSACTION IS ABSOLUTELY RISK FREE SINCE WE WORK IN THIS BANK WHICH IS WHY YOU SHOULD BE CONFIDENT IN THE SUCCESS OF THIS TRANSACTION BECAUSE YOU WILL BE UPDATED WITH INFORMATION AS AT WHEN DESIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL PLEASE WISH YOU KEEP THIS TRANSACTION SECRET AS WE ARE HOPING TO RETIRE WITH OUR SHARE OF THIS MONEY AT THE END OF TRANSACTION WHICH WILL BE WHEN THIS MONEY IS SAFELY IN YOUR ACCOUNT. WE WILL THEN COME OVER TO YOUR COUNTRY FOR SHARING ACCORDING TO THE PREVIOUSLY AGREED PERCENTAGES.YOU MIGHT EVEN HAVE TO ADVISE US ON POSSIBILITIES OF INVESTMENT IN YOUR COUNTRY OR ELSEWHERE OF OUR CHOICE. MAY ALLAH HELP YOU TO HELP US TO A RESTIVE RETIREMENT. AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE FOR FURTHER INFORMATIONS AND ENQUIRIES FEEL FREE TO CONTACT ME&lt;br /&gt;THROUGH MY NUMBER 00 226 78 84 92 06 FOR ORAL DISCUSSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM AWAITING FOR YOUR URGENT RESPONSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS AND REMAIN BLESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR.AHMED HAROUNA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872128845602746984-2680224623409158994?l=beantiertext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/feeds/2680224623409158994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872128845602746984&amp;postID=2680224623409158994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/2680224623409158994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/2680224623409158994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-going-to-be-millionaire.html' title='I&apos;m going to be a millionaire!!'/><author><name>Beantier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872128845602746984.post-3764149291294989081</id><published>2007-03-01T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T14:56:17.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Voodoo PC</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You’re possibly familiar with Alienware’s high-performance systems, but there’s a chance you’ve never heard of Voodoo PC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve heard of Dell, right? Well, of course you have—and you’ve heard of HP (Hewlett-Packard).  So what’s the deal with Alienware and Voodoo PC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not Alienware is a wholly-owned subsidiary of Dell. As for Voodoo PC, well it was acquired by HP in September of 2006. Oh, and while I’m at it, Lexus, you know, the luxury car manufacturer, is the exact same company as Toyota, but that’s beside the point.  So maybe &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;knew this, but it’s news to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohkay, Voodoo PC would be far more popular, and put Alienware out of business, if the prices weren’t outrageous… that’s really the bottom line, and maybe why you haven’t (if you haven’t) heard of them. &lt;br /&gt;If you’re familiar with Alienware and you’ve been to the website, then you’ve also probably attempted to assemble the most expensive “uberly 1337” computer you could ever imagine—with absolutely no intention of purchasing, I might add.&lt;br /&gt;Dell computer’s are generally considered disposable pieces of junk, am I right? If you have a Dell and it ever breaks or needs a new part you’ll be at an advantage if you know Chinese, you know what I mean… In the end Dell is to Ford as HP is to Toyota, a sad yet true analogy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting a bit off topic.  If you seriously want the most extreme, top-of-the-line, advanced computer you buy a Voodoo PC.  Now I’ll tell you a bit about Voodoo PCs and later I’ll have fun attempting to configure the most expensive one possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three types of desktops, the Omen, Aria, and Hexx.  Hexx computers are for extreme gaming and Aria computers are designed to be a Media Center.  The Omen brand is divided into Extreme Gaming Air Cooled, Extreme Gaming Water Cooled, and Professional Workstation. Air cooled computers consist of: Omen AMD Athlon with Crossfire, Omen AMD Athlon with SLI, Omen Intel Core 2 with Crossfire, and Omen Core 2 with SLI.  Water cooled computers consist of: Omen AMD Quad FX SLI, Omen AMD Athlon with Crossfire, Omen AMD Athlon with SLI, Omen Intel Core 2 with Crossfire, Omen AMD Intel Core 2 with SLI, and Omen Elemental Intel Core 2 with Crossfire. The Professional Workstation consists of the Omen Dual AMD Opertron with SLI.  The Extreme Gaming Water Cooled systems have starting prices around $4,000 to $5,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Omen Elemental Intel Core 2 Water Cooled with Crossfire has a reasonable &lt;strong&gt;starting&lt;/strong&gt; price of only $13,600.  After “customizing” my own computer I came out with an estimated price of $18,164.73 as low as $544.94/mo. After reviewing the specifics (you can view below) I checked the circle next to “Discard   I’ve had my fun.” and clicked continue.  This isn't the only good computer they sell or necessarily the best, theres lots of other great gaming computers and styles, feel free to check them out for yourself. Visit &lt;a href="http://www.voodoopc.com"&gt;http://www.voodoopc.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Features :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radically Different Design&lt;br /&gt;Features best of ATX and BTX form factor!&lt;br /&gt;Performance Tuned Intel Dual Core Extreme&lt;br /&gt;Performance Tuned SLi Video&lt;br /&gt;Brushed Anodized &amp; Machined Chassis&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo f:5 Supercharged Intercooling&lt;br /&gt;Worlds Fastest &amp;amp; Quietest Production PC&lt;br /&gt;Built to ISO9000:2001 Standards&lt;br /&gt;10"(W) X 23"(D) X 18"(H)&lt;br /&gt;talladega BLACK&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo - No Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Allure Finish&lt;br /&gt;Allure match my optional Keyboard and/or Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Allure match my optional Monitor(s)&lt;br /&gt;Allure match my optional Speakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Components :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo OMEN Intel Core 2&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Performance and Stability Re-Engineering&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Renowned Cabling System&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Disaster Recovery System II&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo EDGE Mousing Surface&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Koeskin System Binder&lt;br /&gt;VoodooPC T-Shirt&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo MAGA Aluminium Chassis&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Illuminated Mask &amp; Airbox&lt;br /&gt;Eye of the Storm and Electric Veins&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Core 2 Duo Crossfire Motherboard&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo Stealth 1000 Watt Modular Silent Power Supply&lt;br /&gt;Intel® Core™2 Extreme Quad-Core QX6700&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo OMEN Supercharged Intercooler&lt;br /&gt;Blue Voodoo super coolant&lt;br /&gt;4GB PC6400C4 DDR2&lt;br /&gt;Configure &amp;amp; Enable Onboard RAID(s)&lt;br /&gt;750 GiG Seagate 7200 RPM&lt;br /&gt;750 GiG Seagate 7200 RPM&lt;br /&gt;750 GiG Seagate 7200 RPM&lt;br /&gt;750 GiG Seagate 7200 RPM&lt;br /&gt;Molded Digital Card Reader&lt;br /&gt;Plextor DVD+-RW PX-760A&lt;br /&gt;Plextor DVD+-RW PX-760A&lt;br /&gt;Radeon X1950 XTX 512MB DDR&lt;br /&gt;ATi Radeon X1950 Crossfire SS&lt;br /&gt;Logitech Harmony Remote 680&lt;br /&gt;46" Samsung Syncmaster 8ms Gaming LCD&lt;br /&gt;Creative Labs X-Fi Fatal1ty FPS with Breakout box&lt;br /&gt;Ageia PhysX Card&lt;br /&gt;Creative Gigaworks THX 7.1&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo OMEN Metal Travel Box with wheels&lt;br /&gt;Worldwide Shipping&lt;br /&gt;Windows Vista Ultimate&lt;br /&gt;Windows Vista Ultimate&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft Office Pro 2007&lt;br /&gt;FUEL Software Essentials v2.0&lt;br /&gt;Tom Clancy Splinter Cell 4 Double Agent&lt;br /&gt;Battlefield 2: Deluxe Edition w/Special Forces Expansion&lt;br /&gt;F.E.A.R (First Encounter Assault Recon)&lt;br /&gt;Half Life 2 : Episode 1&lt;br /&gt;Logitech® G15 Gaming Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;Logitech DiNovo Media Desktop Bluetooth&lt;br /&gt;Logitech® MX™ Revolution&lt;br /&gt;Logitech G25 Racing Wheel - Wheel pedals and gear shift&lt;br /&gt;3 Year Voodoo Desktop Warranty Policy&lt;br /&gt;Desktop Platinum Upgrade Policy&lt;br /&gt;3 Year DESKTOP World-Wide Aircare Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872128845602746984-3764149291294989081?l=beantiertext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/feeds/3764149291294989081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872128845602746984&amp;postID=3764149291294989081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/3764149291294989081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/3764149291294989081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/2007/03/voodoo-pc.html' title='Voodoo PC'/><author><name>Beantier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872128845602746984.post-5483067124861789558</id><published>2007-01-22T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:36:33.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="b170"&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt; &lt;!-- ValueClick Media 120x600 and 160x600 SkyScraper CODE for mosnews.com --&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!--ADV170--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="article"&gt;Woman Gets 11 Years for Cooking Boyfriend and Feeding Him to Guests&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A court in the Russian internal republic of Bashkortostan has passed an 11-year sentence to a woman who killed her boyfriend with an axe and then cooked him in a variety of dishes which she fed to her guests at a New Year party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Komsomolskaya Pravda daily reports that the incident took place in the small town of Sterlitamak. The 44-year old woman suspected her boyfriend, who was younger than her, of unfaithfulness and in a heated row grabbed an axe and hacked him to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the woman flayed and dismembered the body. She threw away the head and used the rest to cook a New Year dinner. She minced some meat and used in meatballs and dumplings and also made jellied meat with hands and feet — she later bartered that dish for liquor with neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the guests arrived, the woman treated them to everything she cooked — meatballs, dumplings, soup and liver sausage. The people did not know they were eating human flesh, only one guest noticed that the meat was unusually sweet, but he was told that this was because it was very fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the party was coming to an end, one of the guests looked into the fridge and found a severed human hand there. He called the police and the murderer confessed during the first questioning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872128845602746984-5483067124861789558?l=beantiertext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/feeds/5483067124861789558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872128845602746984&amp;postID=5483067124861789558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/5483067124861789558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/5483067124861789558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/2007/01/russian-news.html' title='Russian News'/><author><name>Beantier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872128845602746984.post-2106143571677752658</id><published>2007-01-22T14:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:51:52.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 class="itemtitle"&gt;Urban Dictionary Word of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 class="itemtitle"&gt;e-penis&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 class="itemtitle"&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;A term used to describe the technological prowess of an individual, usually in an internet community. Factors that engorge the e-penis include bandwidth, computer speed, hard drive size, size of DVD collection, and an impressive frag count in any number of popular first person shooters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have a +5 e-penis of down smacking, bitch!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "my e-penis &amp;gt; your e-penis" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872128845602746984-2106143571677752658?l=beantiertext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/feeds/2106143571677752658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872128845602746984&amp;postID=2106143571677752658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/2106143571677752658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/2106143571677752658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/2007/01/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>Beantier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872128845602746984.post-4001834042742035437</id><published>2007-01-22T14:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:51:31.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber6</title><content type='html'>sweet17: Hi&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: hello&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: who is this?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: just a someone?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: A someone I know?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: nope&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Then why the hell are you bothering me?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: well sorrrrrry&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I just wanted to chat with you&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: why?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: nevermind your an jerk&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Hey wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: yes?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: look I'm sorry. I'm just a little paranoid&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: yes&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: of what?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: me?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: No. I'm in hiding.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: LOL&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Don't f**king laugh at me!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: This shit is serious!&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: What are you hiding from?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: The cops.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: gimme a fucking break&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: The cops are after me.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: For what?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I'm wanted in three states&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: For???&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: It's kindof embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I had sex with a turkey.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: You are fucking sick.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Send me your picture.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: why?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: so I know you aren't one of them.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: One of what?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: The cops.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I'm not a cop i told you&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Then send me your picture.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: hold on&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Hurry up.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Are you there?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: fuck you, cop!&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: Hey sorry&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I had to do something for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I thought you were trying to find a picture to send to me.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: When really you were notifying the authorities.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Weren't you!?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: thats not it&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Then what?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I don't want to send you the picture cause I'm not pretty&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Most cops aren't&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: IM NOT A fucking COP YOU DICKSHIT!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Then send me the picture.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: fine. What's your e-mail?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Just send it through here.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: alright *PIC*&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: Did you get it?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Hold on. I'm looking.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: That was me back in may&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I've lost weight since then.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I hope so&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: what?!?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: that hurt my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Did it?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: Yes. I'm not that much smaller than that now.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Will it make you feel better if I send you my picture?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: yes&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Alright let me find it.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: kks&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Okay here it is. *PIC*&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: this isn't you.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I'll be damned if it ain't!&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: You don't look like that.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: How the hell do you know?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: cause your profile has another picture.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: The profile pic is a fake.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I use it to hide from the cops.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: You look like the Farm Fresh guy lol&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Well, you look like you ATE the Farm Fresh guy....&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Not to mention all the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: Go fuck yourself&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I was going to until I saw that picture&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Now my unit won't get hard for a week.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I shouldn't have sent you that picture.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: You've done nothing but slam me.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: you hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: And calling me the Farm Fresh guy doesn't hurt me?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I thought you were bullcrapping me!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Why would I do that?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I can't believe that cops are after you&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I can't believe Santa lets you sit on his lap..&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: fuck YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You'd break both of his legs.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: You're a fucking idiot!&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I've been teased my whole life because of my weight&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: and you make fun of me when you don't even know me&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Ok. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: No you aren't&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You're right. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: HAARRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I'm done with you&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Aww. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I'm putting you on ignore&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Wait a sec&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: We got off on the wrong foot.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Wanna start over?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: No&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I'll eat your kitty&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: You'll what?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You heard me.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I said I'd eat your kitty.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I thought you said you couldn't get it hard after seeing my picture&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Do I need a hard-on to eat your kitty?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I'd like to know that the man eating me out is excited yes&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Well I'm not like most men.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I get excited in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Do you really wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You have to tell me yes or no.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I'm afraid to&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Why?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: cause&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: cause why?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: well lets see&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: you say you have sex with turkeys. You call me fat. then you wanna eat me out&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: doesn't that seem strange to you?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Nope&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: well its strange to me&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Fine. I won't do it if you don't want me to&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I didn't say that&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: So is that a yes?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Ok. I need your help getting excited though.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Are you willing?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: What do you need me to do?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I need you talk like a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: ???&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: When I start to go limp... you say "HARRRR!!!"&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: ok?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: You can't be serious&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Oh yes I am!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: It's my fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: this is retarded&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Do you want it or not?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: Yes I want it.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Then you'll do it for me?&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: sure&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Ok. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I gently remove your panties and being to massage your thighs.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You get really juicy thinking about my tounge brushing up against them&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I softly begin to tounge your wet kitty.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I run my tounge up and down your smooth watch it !.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: mmmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: uh oh ...going limp.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: Har&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You gotta do better than that!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Your picture was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: HARRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Ahhhh. Much better. I feel your kitty get more moist with every stroke.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I softly suck on your clit bringing it in and out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Your juices run down my chin as your scent makes its way to my nose.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I begin to feel empowered by your femininity.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: mmmmmm you are good&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I feel your thighs tighten as I fuck harder&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: going limp&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: HARRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Mmmm I grab your swelling buttocks in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You begin to sway back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: going limp&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: this is stupid&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: ...still limp&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Do it!&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: HARRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I turn you around to lick your your getting a warning !.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I pry apart that battleship you call your ass.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I see poo nuggets hanging from the hair around your ass.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: WTF?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: They stink really bad.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: OMG STOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I start to get fed up with your ugly ass&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I tear off your wooden peg leg.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I ram it up your ass.&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: YOURE A fucking PYSCHO!!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Then I pour hot carmel over your head.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: And turn you into a fucking candy apple...&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I kick you in the face!&lt;br /&gt;sweet17: fuck YOU DICKHEAD!!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: The celluloid from your cheeks hits the side of the cabin...&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Your parrot flys away.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: ...going limp again.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Say it!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: HAARRRRRR!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872128845602746984-4001834042742035437?l=beantiertext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/feeds/4001834042742035437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872128845602746984&amp;postID=4001834042742035437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/4001834042742035437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/4001834042742035437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/2007/01/cyber6.html' title='Cyber6'/><author><name>Beantier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872128845602746984.post-8678187406321476409</id><published>2007-01-22T14:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:50:56.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber5</title><content type='html'>bloodninja: Wanna cyber?&lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: OK, but don't tell anybody ;-)&lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I've got blond hair, blue eyes, I work out a lot&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: And I have a part time job delivering for Papa John's in my Geo Storm.&lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: You sound sexy.. I bet you want me in the back of your car..&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Maybe some other time. You should call up Papa John's and make an order&lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: Haha! OK&lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: Hello! I'd like an extra-EXTRA large pizza just dripping with sauce.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Well, first they would say, "Hello, this is Papa John's, how may I help you", then they tell you the specials, and then you would make your order. So that's an X-Large. What toppings do you want?&lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: I want everything, baby!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Is this a delivery?&lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: Umm...Yes&lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: So you're bringing the pizza to my house now? Cause I'm home alone... and I think I'll take a shower...&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Good. It will take about fifteen minutes to cook, and then I'll drive to your house.&lt;br /&gt;**pause**&lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: I'm almost finished with my shower... Hurry up!&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You can't hurry good pizza.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I'm on my way now though&lt;br /&gt;**pause**&lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: So you're at my front door now.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: How did you know?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I knock but you can't hear me cause you're in the shower. So I let myself in, and walk inside. I put the pizza down on your coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Are you ready to get nasty, baby? I'm as hot as a pizza oven&lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: Oooohh yeah. I step out of the shower and I'm all wet and cold. Warm me up baby&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: So you're still in the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: Yeah, I'm wrapping a towel around myself.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I can no longer resist the pizza. I open the box and unzip my pants with my other hand. As I penetrate the gooey cheese, I moan in ecstacy. The mushrooms and Italian sausage are rough, but the sauce is deliciously soothing. I blow my load in seconds. As you leave the bathroom, I exit through the front door....&lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: You perverted piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;DirtyKate: fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872128845602746984-8678187406321476409?l=beantiertext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/feeds/8678187406321476409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872128845602746984&amp;postID=8678187406321476409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/8678187406321476409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/8678187406321476409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/2007/01/cyber5.html' title='Cyber5'/><author><name>Beantier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872128845602746984.post-7334580436729038667</id><published>2007-01-22T14:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:50:27.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber4</title><content type='html'>bloodninja: Wanna cyber?&lt;br /&gt;Katie_007: Sure, you into vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: What like gardening an shit?&lt;br /&gt;Katie_007: Yeah, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Nothing turns me on more, check this out:&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You bend over to harvest your radishes.&lt;br /&gt;**pause**&lt;br /&gt;Katie_007: is that it?&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You water your tomato patch.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Are you ready for my fresh produce?&lt;br /&gt;Katie_007: I was thinking of like, sexual acts INVOLVING vegetables... Can you make it a little more sexy for me?&lt;br /&gt;**pause**&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I touch you on your lettuce, you massage my spinach... sexily.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I ride your buttocks like they were amber waves of grains.&lt;br /&gt;Katie_007: Grain doesn't really turn me on... I was thinking more along the lines of carrots and zucchinis.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: my zucchinis carresses your carrots.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Damn baby you're right, this shit is HOTT.&lt;br /&gt;Katie_007: ...&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: My turnips listen for the soft cry of your love. My insides turn to celery as I unleash my warm and sticky cauliflower of love.&lt;br /&gt;Katie_007: What the fuck is this madlibs? I'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Yeah, well I already unleashed my cauliflower, all over your olives, and up in your eyes. Now you can't see. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Katie_007: whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872128845602746984-7334580436729038667?l=beantiertext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/feeds/7334580436729038667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872128845602746984&amp;postID=7334580436729038667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/7334580436729038667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/7334580436729038667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/2007/01/cyber4.html' title='Cyber4'/><author><name>Beantier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872128845602746984.post-423765985870876425</id><published>2007-01-22T14:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:50:11.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber1</title><content type='html'>bloodninja: Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?&lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Aight.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: I slip out of my pants, just for you, bloodninja.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.&lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Me too baby.&lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: I kiss you softly on your chest.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Hey...&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 Cock of the Infinite.&lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Funny I still don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty fuck of the Beyondness.&lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Don't fuck with me bitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid.&lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Don't ever message me again you piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Baby?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872128845602746984-423765985870876425?l=beantiertext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/feeds/423765985870876425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872128845602746984&amp;postID=423765985870876425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/423765985870876425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/423765985870876425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/2007/01/cyber1.html' title='Cyber1'/><author><name>Beantier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872128845602746984.post-6000520619933410602</id><published>2007-01-22T14:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:49:52.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber2</title><content type='html'>bloodninja: Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you.&lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: haha, ok lets go.&lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.&lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: haha, ok, u know that turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: i start unbuttoning ur shirt.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.&lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it's just part of the game.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't play games. They fucking charge your ass.&lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: stop, cmon be serious.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.&lt;br /&gt;j_gurli3: thats it.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn.&lt;br /&gt;bloodninja: Goddam am I hard now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872128845602746984-6000520619933410602?l=beantiertext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/feeds/6000520619933410602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872128845602746984&amp;postID=6000520619933410602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/6000520619933410602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/6000520619933410602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/2007/01/cyber2.html' title='Cyber2'/><author><name>Beantier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872128845602746984.post-2281791833574623906</id><published>2007-01-22T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:49:37.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber3</title><content type='html'>BritneySpears14: Ok, are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;eminemBNJA: Aight, yeah I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: I like your music Em... Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;eminemBNJA: huh huh, yeah, I make it for the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: Mmm, we like it a lot. Let me show you.&lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: I take off your pants, slowly, and massage your muscular physique.&lt;br /&gt;eminemBNJA: Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat.&lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: What the fuck, I told you not to message me again.&lt;br /&gt;eminemBNJA: Oh shit&lt;br /&gt;BritneySpears14: I swear if you do it one more time I'm gonna report your ISP and say you were sending me kiddie porn you fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;eminemBNJA: Oh shit&lt;br /&gt;eminemBNJA: damn I gotta write down your names or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872128845602746984-2281791833574623906?l=beantiertext.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/feeds/2281791833574623906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872128845602746984&amp;postID=2281791833574623906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/2281791833574623906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872128845602746984/posts/default/2281791833574623906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beantiertext.blogspot.com/2007/01/cyber3.html' title='Cyber3'/><author><name>Beantier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
