I am wondering who in M/L-land would care to chat about Gel / b aits in a logical manner. For example, when did the term "gel / b ait" first appear and why does it only apply to "t eens?" Is a c hild not also, gel / b ait? Is c hild / b ait more appropriate? I would love to know how to take this conversation and more on a board and to strictly talk about this subject using logic, reasoning, and philosophical deductive methodology. Thank you. Flames, Fakes, Timestamps, Pictures, Videos, and the like are irrelevant unless that are to prove a hypothesis.

I have sex with candle flame

I confess that Monday night I watched Ferguson, MO erupt in flames. Looting, gunfire, screaming and yelling, the deafening blare of sirens everywhere. I wonder if it all could've been avoided if black people just ate more Cakeballz.

Osama's final act on the USA and West was to flood the young with young,I'm not from the USA but I will say thank fuck for the USA.you can flame this post as much as you want,this post will be proven,this post is and always will be future proof.

my mind was full of dirty thoughts
and I must confess that when I sought forgiveness for my sin his holiness told me there was no return and that my sissy ass will forever be
his and never will I yearn for anything
more than to please his holiness every need
lest I be cast into everlasting flame. when I heard
his words I was afraid but my heart was burning with lust for his holiness
cane. I begged and pleaded for mercy but I hoped he would ignore me for I truly wanted nothing more than to be under his control from now until eternity. everyday I thank his holiness for showing me the way he cleansed my soul and now my mind is no longer full of dirty thoughts but only the need to worship and to please his every need. I am in service to a man in service to god and I am not afraid of eternal damnation for in heaven I already dwell.

(Parody of The Night Before Christmas written by Clement C. Moore)

T'was the fright before Christmas. No one upset me
With a big bowl of popcorn, watching TV

I stretched, gave a yawn, settled back in my chair,
In hopes that St. Nicholson soon would be there.

The children were lying awake without sleep
They'd seen all his movies. He gives 'em the creeps.

I'd cued up Cukoo's Nest with my trusty remote,
To the part where he had all the nuts in the boat.

When out in the yard there arose such a noise,
I turned off the TV to see what it was.

And what to my wondering eyes should approach?
But the Los Angeles Lakers and Pat Riley, their coach.

The limo was racing; the team at it's heels.
That's when I saw him the man at the wheel.

He ranted and cursed. Waved round his swizzle stick.
And I knew in a second it must be Jack Nick.

More rapid than the Celtics, these Lakers they came.
He screamed like a madman and called them by name:

'Now Magic, now Worthy, now Scott and Kareem
On Cooper, on Rambus, and the rest of the team.'

Down the chimney St. Nicholson came with a groan.
Then he brushed off the soot and said, 'Honey I'm home!'

He was wearing a trench coat. With beer it was stained.
And shirt clawed to shreds by Shirley McLaine

He had a fat face, and flabby beer belly
From too many trips to the bar and the deli.

'It's tough when an actor becomes fat and lazy.
I only get calls to play weirdoes and crazies'

And middle-aged has beens with washed up careers.
But I'll fix 'em all and play Santa this year.'

And with that he buried his head in the sack
And said, 'Let's see what you get from your old buddy Jack.

'A hatchet for Daddy,' he reared back his head,
'To scare all those little buggers upstairs in bed.

'And a stiff drink for Mommy, in a nice tall glass.
She could really use something to kill that bug up her chimney!'

With a wink of his eye and a twist of his face,
He threw all the stockings into the fireplace.

What could I do? What could I say?
What would I wear on my feet Christmas Day?

I asked for a reason, and turning his head,
He looked straight at me, and here's what he said:

'Why? Do you wanna' know why? Do you really wanna' know why, Pal?

'I'll tell you why. When you're out Christmas shopping. You know, doing your little Christmas things with all your little Christmas friends, spreading all that Christmas cheer with those stupid Christmas songs. Did you ever stop and think of picking up a little something for old Jack, huh? Did you ever stop to think of what Jack might like for Christmas?

'You know, Jack, from the movies, up on the big screen? Pouring his heart out, giving it everything he's got, day in and day out, just trying as hard as he can to bring a tiny little bit of sunshine into your miserable, little hum-drum lives. Did you ever think of good old Jack, huh, for a second? No, not once! Maybe old Jack just wasn't that good, huh? Maybe I wasn't good enough in The Postman Always Rings Twice. Acted my guts out for you in that one! Cuckoo's Nest, The Shining, Witches of freaking Eastwick, Prizzi's freaking Honor! All for you pal, just to brighten things up for ya!

'Not good enough though is it? No, you want me to brighten up the Christmas season too, huh? Isn't that what you want, Pal?

'Okay, let's make things real bright around here! What do you say we decorate the tree? String up these pretty lights here! Oh, she's looking brighter already! Why don't we take this cute little angel and ram her on the top branch huh? Ha ha ha! How about some gasoline for the whole freaking thing? I mean let's make her just as bright as she can be! What do you say we light her up, and chuck her through the old picture window here, huh, pal? No sense in having a tree as bright as all that and not giving the neighbors a chance to see, don't ya think, huh?

'There, aren't you glad old Jack stopped by? Huh, huh, huh? Ha!'

The flames towered brightly in the cold wintery sky,
As he made for his limo and bade his goodbye.

And an age may unfold ere I fail to regret
That visit from St. Nicholson. Which I'd sooner forget.

But I swear by the goose bumps upon my skin
That I'll always remember that devilish grin.

And his voice crying out ere he faded from sight,
'Merry Christmas to all, and I hope I never see you again as long as I live, for crying out loud!'

I CONFESS I JUST FINISHED EATING A JERK CHICKEN WRAP. WOW. WAS IT EVER TASTY AND FLAMING SPICY OR WHAT. MOOOOHAHAHAHAT. ANY FOOD ITEM WITH THE WORD JERK IN IT IS SPICY. BUT SOOOO GOOOOD.

So who actually watches the porn on this amateur tube site known as motherless?

The only thing worth anyone's time is the boards; the way that anything anybody says is immediately flamed is pretty fucking funny.

I recently bought a replica of Aragon's sword off amazon. and i've started to take it with me everywhere. it gives me a sense of security to know that the might of anduril, the flame of the west, is with me when i'm facing the orcs and goblins of present day middle-earth. sometimes i look at the southron hordes and the easterlings and i wonder what was the point of th elfish sacrifices to save middle-earth, since the light of the west and the glory of the Kings of Men has set all too conclusively.

I consider myself the last of the blood of numenor because i have grey, far-seeing eyes and i read and speak in elvish and have lng-lived ancestors. sometimes I wish i could meet a numenorean lady to band and fuck and repopulate the world with the ancient lineage. or if not, at least a tall blonde chick, and not one of these descendents of those who bowed to the might of sauron. but it turns out that the race of men is spent, and even if i am the last of isildur's heirs, I am destined to end the line with me.

i took up sailing a few years back in the hopes of finding the way back to Valinor, and trying to find the silmaril that was tossed into the sea and never recovered. it's said that the light of the silmaril can lead one to back to Valinor. But i've been unable to find it, even though I can hold my breath long enough to read 10 pages of LOTR. It is a cursed life to be the last of the numereans.

well i guess my days of being nothing but a bottom has ended today since i lost my jenny.
i had to hire a new lawn man to mow my yard because the last one got where they sucked and not in the good way.
well i put a add on FB and one called and he said he was new to the lawn services and its just him and his brother doing it right now. and he lived close to me so we worked out a deal. and i also knew his brother wouldn't be there because he was still in school. so i knew it was going to be about a 6 hour job. and told him to come by he has the job for at least one time.
the second he got out of the truck i could tell he was a flaming gay. and most times i hate flaming gays. but damn he had a sexy body and he damn sure filled out the jeans in the right place.
i told him to do it what ever way he wants to just to do it right. so he did the front yard first start to finish and damn he was hot when he pulled off his shirt.
i brought him some water as he was wetting his self down . i ask him why he wasn't wearing shorts and he told me he was told it wasn't good for work if he did. i told him he he has some he's welcome to put them on for the back yard that its all fenced in and noone could see him. but me because i was about to get in the pool.
i knew what i wanted so i went in and put on my sexy little open back blue G string that once it got wet it hid nothing. i waited until he came by the pool and i got out with a nice semi. he was looking then after a couple rounds he stopped and went to the water hose and hose his self down again and OMG his white shorts no longer hid anything. damn this dude was hung. not even a semi he was 5 or 6 inches. i leaned over to show him my sweet ass hole as i got a glass some ice and filled it with tea. turned around and he now had a semi that was at least 7 1/2. i walked up to him handed him his tea and just took a hand full of meat in my hand i wasn't playing around. he never moved so i dropped his shorts and went to my knees and started sucking that monster cock. once it got hard i know it had to be 10 plus inch's and at least 3 inch wide. he as if i wanted to go inside and i say nope right here bent over got the KY lubed my ass with lots of KY. i told him i only have one rule. once the head touches my hole it goes balls deep first try.
he ask if i was sure now i kinda wish i had say no but i said balls deep. and let me tell you he did. damn it hurt like hell but i loved it. after i few very hard and deep pounding. he slowed down and started making love to my ass for at least 20 minutes. bent over on my belly on my back on my side me on top that boy sure knew how to fuck.
he ask where i wanted it and i told him he's there hes bareback he might as well fill me up. and damn he did. i rolled over onto my back my dick was hard as a brick he just moved up and started working my dick up that sweet ass of his.
the best part is something i did that i haven't been able to do in years because of my age. i was able to bend over enough to suck about 3 inchs of his dick while i was balls deep in him. thats how hung this flaming faggot was.
we went over to the shower and washed each other off and went skinny dipping. after a few minutes he fucked my ass again not sure how long i was in heaven. he ended up putting 4 loads in my hungry ass today and i gave him a couple loads myself. and two loads from a old man is pretty fucking good i think.
the only trouble is he didn't get my yard done today. and hes going to have to come back this weekend ti finish the job.

IN THE HOUSE OF DRAGOOL

in a veiled world
i am light like a feather
disembodied
lightening in a bottle
everything here is alive with madness
wild walls and chairs chatter
like wise cracking gangsters
always sporting for a fight

blood tulips cry and sing
rise and wither
and rise again
loop dancers move from rhythms of light
there are many kingdoms here

in a broken terrain of night
a black ash sky howls
and we are shut in
to a starless and opaque sky
behind an impassable cobalt black gate
the ground a curse
all teeth and rocks
bones and weeping flesh

vampires live here
like clans
all blood porphyria
their mouths a beautiful rust
a tempting visage
half seduction, half terror

needled fingered hematologists
prepare our dinner
her name
Mercy
all body candy
tattooed with a snake anus
her clitoris pierced
with rose paved sparkles
and nipples
stabbed with bat shaped studs

nurses sharpen knives
while quack doctors
tend to
little plastic dolls
blood bathers
with crossed femurs
in hospitals beds

she
a naked lunch
sumptuous
and willing betrothal
in a pearl satin gown
black lips glossed
hair red and purple
thighs and belly trussed

nipples scorched and punctured
from incensed flames, teeth and ravaging kisses
eaten with panicked jaws
her cunt torrid
a gushing river banquet
of blood black jam
chained and strapped
legs stir-riped wide
feet silky glisten
for tongues and kisses

a candle light ritual
as she is copulated
by both sexes
and fed upon

Mercy
laughing like a loon
screaming
eat the feast
you lovely beasts

and half devoured
emerges
a blood perfume delirium
she all
writhing wet mouth drools
saliva like diamonds and pomegranates
back arched
withered from a blistering frenzy
her eyes a white glaring tempest
gone vacant
her mouth like licorice slur
gaping
frozen in a ghastly shriek
her belly nectar
oozing
as the very last of her
a rattled blood moon
surrendered

her remains
wolfed down
in the
house
of
Dragool