Because it deserves special attention:

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mmmthatsbetter at RapeBoard, provided by acetone of SA said:

Having looked at the pics of your mom I can see why you want to grope her tits, they are wonderful, but you have to remember she is your mother. It is fine to have fantasies about her but if you really went through with any of it you would be in big trouble. She obviously doesn't want you to do anything to her and would create a big fuss if you did. Maybe you should cum in her clean bra or knickers and then when she wears them you know that your cum will be pressed against her body.

 

Back when I was 10, I had a friend whom I considered my big sister, and whom considered me her little brother. We basically did everything for each other and were seemingly very close for 6 years.

Then three years ago things started to change. She became addicted to drugs, took on a "FTW" policy, and had a reputation of being the town whore. I didn't care, because I thought that deep down she was still a good person. When her car was graffiti'ed by people she thought were her friends, I stayed up til sunrise cleaning the car.

The most extreme case happened when she got a call from a pornographer who was willing to give her $50,000 for a photo shoot. I told her that I felt something was wrong and that she shouldn't go. She disagreed, and we had a fight. During the fight, a friend of hers at the time said "Alright I'll go." We didn't see her after that, and later we found out that she was murdered for a snuff film.

Things were shaky, but I thought things between the two of us were starting to get better. Then one day, after she left my house after using my computer, I decided to go surfing the net. Then I discovered that my browser's history was totally erased. I remembered her saying something about having a LiveJournal (I'm not too into blogging so I never checked), so I looked, and found that the computer recorded her typing in the URL. So I went to whatever popped up.

It turned out it was her LiveJournal, and the last entry was complaining about how she thought I was stupid. I figured she must have been mad, so I looked through all the posts. As it turned out, everything she posted since we knew each other showed that she disliked me being around. I was basically the laughingstock of her LiveJournal clique. I felt as if all my efforts to be a friend were in vain, and I felt as if I killed her friend myself.

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That event was probably one of the most traumatic ones I've ever had, and it still affects the way I act and think today. I know this doesn't justify what I did, but looking back on it all, I realized that I became my "big sister," even if I'm not on drugs or anything. Perhaps everything I've done is an unconscious attempt to return the favor, even if I'm misdirecting it at innocents.

It's a bit hard to look back on all this, but I guess it's the same as admitting that I was wrong.

Besides the original color pallete was this character updated at all?

Like all the CLSN problems, coding problems etc?

Who needs clsns when you got better clothes!

piccolo has improved

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Back when I was 10, I had a friend whom I considered my big sister, and whom considered me her little brother. We basically did everything for each other and were seemingly very close for 6 years.

Then three years ago things started to change. She became addicted to drugs, took on a "FTW" policy, and had a reputation of being the town whore. I didn't care, because I thought that deep down she was still a good person. When her car was graffiti'ed by people she thought were her friends, I stayed up til sunrise cleaning the car.

The most extreme case happened when she got a call from a pornographer who was willing to give her $50,000 for a photo shoot. I told her that I felt something was wrong and that she shouldn't go. She disagreed, and we had a fight. During the fight, a friend of hers at the time said "Alright I'll go." We didn't see her after that, and later we found out that she was murdered for a snuff film.

Things were shaky, but I thought things between the two of us were starting to get better. Then one day, after she left my house after using my computer, I decided to go surfing the net. Then I discovered that my browser's history was totally erased. I remembered her saying something about having a LiveJournal (I'm not too into blogging so I never checked), so I looked, and found that the computer recorded her typing in the URL. So I went to whatever popped up.

It turned out it was her LiveJournal, and the last entry was complaining about how she thought I was stupid. I figured she must have been mad, so I looked through all the posts. As it turned out, everything she posted since we knew each other showed that she disliked me being around. I was basically the laughingstock of her LiveJournal clique. I felt as if all my efforts to be a friend were in vain, and I felt as if I killed her friend myself.

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That event was probably one of the most traumatic ones I've ever had, and it still affects the way I act and think today. I know this doesn't justify what I did, but looking back on it all, I realized that I became my "big sister," even if I'm not on drugs or anything. Perhaps everything I've done is an unconscious attempt to return the favor, even if I'm misdirecting it at innocents.

It's a bit hard to look back on all this, but I guess it's the same as admitting that I was wrong.

lol at the reason behind this

I know this sonuds a little farfetched but i can only hope that you believe and let me get back to my passion for wikipedia. I was in the middle of the harmless session on wikipedia when my wife came in and asked me where the anal lube was. At this point I should have just told her to go away but like any cool dude I love doing it in the ass. So instead of stopping my wikipedia session right there I decided to do her up the ass in front of the computer. Everything was going well until about 10 minutes in when she started shitting profusely all over the keyboard. At this point I paniced and ejaculated on the monitor. In my efforts to clean up the unbearable mess I ended up typing some things that may have been construed as vandilism. Due the intense volume of seamen on my computer screen I was unable to see what I was typing and therefore I should not be held responsible for my action. Next time I am editing wikipedia I will tell my wife we have to forget the the anal.

As opposed to people who drink endlessly to escape that seemingly simple truth...?

Anonymous 06/05/08(Thu)20:14 No.600439
    And yet others come to 4chan. It works about as well as drinking. You can sit on a bar stool and hang out with other losers like you, or sit in your own comfy chair at home while talking/posting pictures with other 4channers.

 Although we win for not slowly destroying our livers or spending money.