the fog is coming

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Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.

Shrek 2 has the best climax ever.

I watched that scene, I Need a Hero recently. My God, what perfection. I don't know what exactly it was, but that whole scene was like nothing I have ever seen in a movie before. It was far fetched but in a good way. The powerful voice of the Fairy Godmother, whenever she roars "Hit It!", the start of one of the best scenes ever to grace movies. The transitions between Shrek and the huge gingerbread making their way to the castle and the Fairy Godmother singing was perfectly paced. A massive party inside the castle meanwhile the guards are doing their jobs to take down a huge piece of dough, Mongo screaming like a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dinosaur when he gets hit and starts kicking the gumdrop button back to them. The whole scene was well paced. It was fast, but balanced everything well. Amazing every single time hope I didnt ruin it for you.

my nuts hurt

Once upon a time, I was a child. Truly innocent in my youth, I was born as a butterfly where I would happily live my life until the day it happened. The day I realized that I was gay. It all started when I looked at my father mowing the lawn. The sweaty sheen on the muscular contours of his sexy body. I remember distinctly the erection building in my pants as I watched him make laps around our backyard lawn, grass particles sticking to his smooth skin. I remember just as clearly walking to him and reaching into his pants. I made sure to leave a thin trail of saliva leading from his lower tight abdominals to his rising ♥♥♥♥. It was so warm in my mouth. Even warmer was the semen ejaculated on to my tainted, smiling face.