La oss håpe disse gjør en super jobb!
Obama har nå en ny plan mot terrorisme
Her er et bilde fra pressekonferansen hvor han presanterer det nye teamet sitt som skal bekjempe terrorisme:
La oss håpe disse gjør en super jobb!
La oss håpe disse gjør en super jobb!
Stating the obvious
Leste nå nettopp en artikkel på dagbladet.no om forskning rundt healing og bønn og den faktiske dokumenterte effekten dette har. Nå vil jeg ikke være arrogant (jo, egentlig vil jeg det), men er ikke dette litt som å bruke tid og energi på å avklare om julenissen eksisterer eller ikke? Jeg hadde tenkt å skrive noe opp mot religion og dette tullet kalt for healing, men siden det vistnok skal bli ulovlig å gjøre sånn i fremtiden så dropper jeg det (Gud vet hvor lenge denne bloggen blir liggende på nett!). Så, uansett; Mamma, jeg har rett. Okei?
BLØR FOR TRONDHEIM SØR
ja, jeg hører på den sangen nå, nei jeg liker den ikke. JEPP.
emil vil at jeg skal utvide klientellet av bloggen min, så nå er det offesielt;
ALLE HAR LOV TIL Å LESE BLOGGEN MIN.
emil vil at jeg skal utvide klientellet av bloggen min, så nå er det offesielt;
ALLE HAR LOV TIL Å LESE BLOGGEN MIN.
Gamle bilder...
Sitter og roter igjennom gamle bilder på pcn, og det er utrolig hva som dukker opp etterhvert:
Ny dag, nye muligheter?
Så jeg fant ut i gårkveld at det var et eller annet jeg skulle blogge om, på oppfordring av min gode venn ole over et par pils. Men det var i går, og i dag er i dag. Med andre ord, jeg har glemt det. Satser på at kvelden bringer nye idéer som jeg kan huske!
Hvis du lurer på hvem jeg er
i can pretty much hit anybody regardless how hot they are.
its quite simple, real life and internets are 2 completely different lifestyles. one you dont know jack shit but only judge the person by the book on ther ineternets and two...the real life...of me can surprise you all which i can...its just simple methods...meet me in real life, the tides will change from what you think of me on the internets...guaranteed
and i dont need more pics of myself to prove thats fucking irrevelant...its all about the game and aura motherfucker...and of course my looks go with it but hell fuck you you aint getting pics of me
ill say this for sure...you'll get some at the end of summer.
its quite simple, real life and internets are 2 completely different lifestyles. one you dont know jack shit but only judge the person by the book on ther ineternets and two...the real life...of me can surprise you all which i can...its just simple methods...meet me in real life, the tides will change from what you think of me on the internets...guaranteed
and i dont need more pics of myself to prove thats fucking irrevelant...its all about the game and aura motherfucker...and of course my looks go with it but hell fuck you you aint getting pics of me
ill say this for sure...you'll get some at the end of summer.
Ny president i USA
Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And Id like to take a minute just sit right there
Ill tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air
In west philadelfia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys said were up in no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said youre moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air
I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kissin and she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick it
First class, yo this is bad,
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of bel-air livin like,
Hmm this might be alright!
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And Id like to take a minute just sit right there
Ill tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air
In west philadelfia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys said were up in no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said youre moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air
I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kissin and she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick it
First class, yo this is bad,
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of bel-air livin like,
Hmm this might be alright!
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air
Hva skjer med denne mannen nå?!
Ny stil
Siden seriøse blogger ikke slår an, vil de neste innleggene ikke være seriøse.
It's always been a fantasy of mine to be a sex slave for 2 bears, male and female, pleasing the male when she's tired, and vice versa.
Slowly sliding my lips up and down his thick shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my toungue. Once he's had enough of that, he rolls over onto his back, lifting me up as though I weighed nothing. Gently placing me on his cock, I guide him in, feeling him stretch me wide open.
I moan with pleasure, feeling him fill me up. He growls softly, I feel it rumble deep in his chest, vibrating all the way down his body and through mine. He continues to lift me up and then pull me down. He's doing all the work for me, it feels so good, the warmth of the fur, his paws either side of my waist. He is in total control, I'm just nothing comapared to his vast size and strength, but I have total trust in him, I know he won't hurt me.
I feel the pace quicken, almost imperceptibly. I slowly stroke myself, feeling myself nearing the point of no return coming closer with every stroke.
I can hear the growl getting louder now, he speeds up even more, forcing me further and further down onto his thick cock. If it wasn't for the fact I my body is reasing so many endorphines, I would probably be screaming in agony. Except I am panting and whining, just like a bitch, begging her mate to fill her up.
His claws dig in deeper, the pain, it's excsquisite. It sends me over the edge. My head goes back, I let out a short grunt, I feel my cock explode, covering his chest fur in my seed. I keep stroking, it looks as though I'm trying to rip my cock out. I let out another grunt, another torrent flows forth, then another and another. A drop lands on the beasts muzzle.
He seems confused for a moment. That's what I think. He digs his paws in even harder now and slams me onto his cock, I feel his grumble turn into a roar. He's cumming, oh my god. I can feel in, filling me up. It's undescribable. He's mating with me, he's claimed me.
I feel him slow, his cock still throbbing within me, it seems as though there's no more room for his cum. It's dripping out of me, onto his fur. I reach down, then bring my hand up, tasting him. It's more than I ever expected. It's heaven.
Slowly sliding my lips up and down his thick shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my toungue. Once he's had enough of that, he rolls over onto his back, lifting me up as though I weighed nothing. Gently placing me on his cock, I guide him in, feeling him stretch me wide open.
I moan with pleasure, feeling him fill me up. He growls softly, I feel it rumble deep in his chest, vibrating all the way down his body and through mine. He continues to lift me up and then pull me down. He's doing all the work for me, it feels so good, the warmth of the fur, his paws either side of my waist. He is in total control, I'm just nothing comapared to his vast size and strength, but I have total trust in him, I know he won't hurt me.
I feel the pace quicken, almost imperceptibly. I slowly stroke myself, feeling myself nearing the point of no return coming closer with every stroke.
I can hear the growl getting louder now, he speeds up even more, forcing me further and further down onto his thick cock. If it wasn't for the fact I my body is reasing so many endorphines, I would probably be screaming in agony. Except I am panting and whining, just like a bitch, begging her mate to fill her up.
His claws dig in deeper, the pain, it's excsquisite. It sends me over the edge. My head goes back, I let out a short grunt, I feel my cock explode, covering his chest fur in my seed. I keep stroking, it looks as though I'm trying to rip my cock out. I let out another grunt, another torrent flows forth, then another and another. A drop lands on the beasts muzzle.
He seems confused for a moment. That's what I think. He digs his paws in even harder now and slams me onto his cock, I feel his grumble turn into a roar. He's cumming, oh my god. I can feel in, filling me up. It's undescribable. He's mating with me, he's claimed me.
I feel him slow, his cock still throbbing within me, it seems as though there's no more room for his cum. It's dripping out of me, onto his fur. I reach down, then bring my hand up, tasting him. It's more than I ever expected. It's heaven.
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