'What Have You Got To Lose (Or Gain)' Lyrics.txt
Perhaps the purpose of our lives is to be the happiest with the one chance that we've got! so with the life you've got, go see the world! and tell me! what have you go to lose?
The amazing escape
#2 of short storys idk wtf this is, bassically got bored waiting for this shit to end * * * * * * i was 9:00 in the morning, class starts, we as per usual start talking some book i really don't give a fuck about and write something paragraph on it, the
Amalgamation 2
Marshal got up, and left the bathroom. "make sure you put some pants on man, i don't need that blinding me while i'm eating dinner." "wow fuck you too."
Toroko Got Fingered: Chapter 1
#1 of toroko got fingered! for all you perverts here who got the wrong idea from its title, this story is actually a cave story version (not to mention a pretty damned good version) of freddy got fingered.
Ch 3. Lost and found
.....on.....yo.... He.....ake u..... Tys.... Tys...on.... TYSON! I jumped up from where I was laying in shock and wound up slamming my head against a hard surface. Wincing in pain and covering my inevitable bump, I squinted through my half shut...
Return of the Lycans 4
Nick nodded and the old lycan got to all fours and moved closer. "so, how?" nick cocked his head to one side. "how what?" linth chuckled. "how do we return to our former glory? how do we return as the lycans we once were?" "uhh..."
Drunk Dragonewt
"you got it, lord gabiru!" gabiru knelt down and tried to help red to his feet, but when it became clear he was in no condition to walk he just pulled the other dragonewt over his back and carried him to the building where the dragonewts lived.
Got Wood?
As he slowly licked the head and got a taste of the musky, salty goodness. his animal instincts got the better of him and he began trying to engulf as much of it as he could. bobbing on the head, licking his tongue round the shaft, he was in heaven.
Got Caught
By the time i got home, i looked for neal to show him the mess i got myself into. i wanted him to see that i went all the way -- that it wasn't some sort of fad or puberty-inspired curiosity.
Got Moshpits?
A local band or two would be playing when he got there, and the canine knew it, but he didn't much care. the warm-up bands gave him time to get to a good spot, and also to scope out to see if any of his friends had made it.
Got Milk?
"looks like you got yourself into a bit of a predicament," he says, his gruff voice deep and rumbling, reminding me of thunder. "got your cock stuck in a milking machine, eh?" "i'm sorry," i say. "please, help me."
Got Milk?
And got out and checked his mail box, then he came back to the truck and told me he needed to go inside and take care of a few things, "only be minute." the truck was hot, no ac either, so i got out to wait for him.