Martin Hash wrote:Dude, if you've got the time, it would make a great book.
If I'm writing it, it's gonna have to be a war story, or rather a love story about war, if an American story, a revolutionary war.
Can't sell anything in America, without sex, guns, and war, which also happens to be three of my favourite things as well. Should probably work some tight whips into it too; war's no fun when you ain't rolling in a tuned up battle wagon.
Chapter One. Eagles With Thunderbolts In Talons Grasped. Dukenog loved his war truck, Dukenog loved his war truck almost as much as he loved sliding his fat salty cock into a young woman's glistening vagina, he loved his war truck more in fact, if he had just gotten laid recently. The only thing Dukenog loved more than sliding his fat salty cock into a young woman's glistening vagina in the back of his hand tuned custom war truck, was America. To Dukenog, America; was the young woman's glistening vagina of war trucks, and if that wasn't worth killing and dying for, than nothing on this here green earth ever was...
That was a great OP. It's a nice reprieve from the constant "Trump won because people are racist & sexist" rants that I still see on other message boards. To the people who are still using that as their way of coping with Trump's win nothing, not even logical examinations like the OP, will change their minds. They are in full hysteria and cannot be reasoned with.
Martin Hash wrote:Dude, if you've got the time, it would make a great book.
If I'm writing it, it's gonna have to be a war story, or rather a love story about war, if an American story, a revolutionary war.
Can't sell anything in America, without sex, guns, and war, which also happens to be three of my favourite things as well. Should probably work some tight whips into it too; war's no fun when you ain't rolling in a tuned up battle wagon.
Chapter One. Eagles With Thunderbolts In Talons Grasped. Dukenog loved his war truck, Dukenog loved his war truck almost as much as he loved sliding his fat salty cock into a young woman's glistening vagina, he loved his war truck more in fact, if he had just gotten laid recently. The only thing Dukenog loved more than sliding his fat salty cock into a young woman's glistening vagina in the back of his hand tuned custom war truck, was America. To Dukenog, America; was the young woman's glistening vagina of war trucks, and if that wasn't worth killing and dying for, than nothing on this here green earth ever was...
Get pineapplemike to do the illustrations, and I'll hit the gofundme on this one. :goteam:
Martin Hash wrote:Dude, if you've got the time, it would make a great book.
If I'm writing it, it's gonna have to be a war story, or rather a love story about war, if an American story, a revolutionary war.
Can't sell anything in America, without sex, guns, and war, which also happens to be three of my favourite things as well. Should probably work some tight whips into it too; war's no fun when you ain't rolling in a tuned up battle wagon.
Chapter One. Eagles With Thunderbolts In Talons Grasped. Dukenog loved his war truck, Dukenog loved his war truck almost as much as he loved sliding his fat salty cock into a young woman's glistening vagina, he loved his war truck more in fact, if he had just gotten laid recently. The only thing Dukenog loved more than sliding his fat salty cock into a young woman's glistening vagina in the back of his hand tuned custom war truck, was America. To Dukenog, America; was the young woman's glistening vagina of war trucks, and if that wasn't worth killing and dying for, than nothing on this here green earth ever was...
Get pineapplemike to do the illustrations, and I'll hit the gofundme on this one. :goteam:
Alright, we'll make it a graphic novel, gonna have to get the trucks just right tho, there's gonna be a lotta truck porn.
Chapter Two. Ain't Whistlin' Dixie. The war truck juddered and moaned to a halt as Fife slammed on the brakes with both feet. Standing in the middle of the road was a whisp of a woman, of no more than nineteen Fife figured, wearing nothing but stetson, willowy frock, and cowboy boots, clutching a suitcase before her in both hands. Now, Fife was not one for running a woman down in the road, even if she was bait for an ambush, and besides, sometimes the best way to find the enemy, was simply to drive straight into his killzone and stop. Fife primed the smoke grenade launchers with one hand as he thumbed the loudspeaker pressel with the other, "Pardon me, miss, but this is no place for a young lady to be flagging a ride..."
Oh, and don't forget the boats, gonna have to have some swift boats in there too, can't have an All-American War without some kick ass river boats...
... and horses too, gonna have to work some mounted warfare into it, obviously...
GrumpyCatFace wrote:Dumb slut partied too hard and woke up in a weird house. Ran out the door, weeping for her failed life choices, concerned townsfolk notes her appearance and alerted the fuzz.
GrumpyCatFace wrote:Dumb slut partied too hard and woke up in a weird house. Ran out the door, weeping for her failed life choices, concerned townsfolk notes her appearance and alerted the fuzz.
