Tamaqua Fire Leaves 8 Children Homeless

ICARUS wrote:

No,idk the word is PLAGIARISM.F$#KING TAMAQUA LOW LIFES.

Do you know what the definition of plagiarism is? F$#KING ANCIENT GREEK MYHTOLOGY LOW LIFE.

Daedalus wrote:

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Do you know what the definition of plagiarism is? F$#KING ANCIENT GREEK MYHTOLOGY LOW LIFE.

I think you should GO BACK SCHOOL.Why dont you just GOOGLE PLAGIARISM.ORG .NOW WHO IS A LOW LIFE. NIT WIT.

Daedalus wrote:

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Do you know what the definition of plagiarism is? F$#KING ANCIENT GREEK MYHTOLOGY LOW LIFE.

I think you need some HOME SCHOOLING OR GLASSES.WHAT A F#$KING FOOL. TOLD YA TAMAQUA IS FULL OF NIT WITs.

Bastian wrote:

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..... The road is probably safer but over the mountain may be quicker....

Her mind begins to wander as she continues down the road, she knows the bars are just letting out and she must be alert for people on "roadies". Having made her share of enemies in the past several decades, she did not want to run into a well sauced up rival. The narrow country road seams to stretch on forever ahead of her, but in the distance she thinks she sees a truck pulled over with the interior light on. Having been on more roadies out this way than most, she knows someone pulled over for 1 of only a few reasons. She is now less than a football field away from the truck and she can see at least 1 person, possibly 2 and she recognizes the truck as one she has seen in town. The light goes out before she is certain. She creeps up to the truck as quietly as possible hoping to sneak into the bead and catch a ride back into town.

She smells the aroma of burnt pot coming from the truck and can hear a low moan, having heard that moan more than most, she knows someone is getting a bj. Not being one that wants to miss a chance to catch a buzz, especially after the evening she has had. Crouching as quietly as possible by the window in the back of the bed, she tries to inhale as much smoke as possible. Ahh, she leans back and relaxes against the truck. Finally this awful night is coming to an end. She closes her eyes and plhatttt a rauchy Mad Dog fart echoes off the bed of the truck and thru the fields,“Oh sh1t” the driver yells as he hits the gas and takes off, tumbling off the back of the truck the butt flap of her Forever Jammies catching on something and ripping clean off.

Laying face down bare azz to the world on the side of the road,“Why do bad things happen to good people is all she can think”……..

Bastian wrote:

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Laying face down bare azz to the world on the side of the road,“Why do bad things happen to good people is all she can think”……..

She regains her footing and stumbles down the road, the cold winter air blowing against her naked azz. It must be close to 3:00 in the morning by now and she is running out of time to get home before the kids wake. A decision must be made should she try and walk at as brisk a pace as she can muster, or should she try and flag down the next car for help. Figuring it must be at least 5 miles back to town, she figures she can just make it walking, but her legs and back are sore from the events of the night. A car can be seen approaching the headlights growing larger with each passing second. She can now hear AC/DC blasting from the car as it approaches and thinks it must be someone on a roadie, not wanting anymore confrontation she quickly crouches over in the brush, not remembering her butt flap is missing she is inadvertently mooning the passing car.

The car approaches and passes, but hits the brakes and slows just after it passes, not sure what they are doing she stays still. The car flips a bitch about 100 yards up the road and slowly approaches her location. Voices laughter can be heard emanating from the car. Now they are stopped right next to her, she stays as still as she can. Her round mound of azz exposed to the voices in the car, "pig" she hears someone yell and a hot singe on her back and now her crack. Someone flung a cigarette at her and it has become lodged in her azz crack, "Sh#@!, fu*#@" she screams as she tries to brush it away, stumbling into the road. Another car approaches and finds her laying on the road with what appears to be her hand 1/2 way up her azz.

The car comes to a screeching stop and out steps and off duty cop. Recognizing her from multiple experiences with her, he asks her what she is doing. Breaking down into tears from what has happened to her, the officer can not understand anything she is saying. "look you want a ride to town" she shakes her head, he helps her up by the hand and takes her over by the car. "I will have to lay a blanket out in the back seat for you, since your azz is hanging out" After laying out the blanket he meets her by the hood of the car, "I have to pat you down first, turn around" She turns around and he suddenly pushes her face into the hood and bends her over, exposing her azz even more.

Suddenly his member is penetrating her anus, she begins to moan and weep. After he finishes, he tells her to get in the car, and takes her home. She can only think about how nice the cop was to her and how she may be falling in love.

The End

Its about time.Now you and Daedalus can go on TO BIGGER THINGS.IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN? NIT WITS.

Daedalus wrote:

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Do you know what the definition of plagiarism is? F$#KING ANCIENT GREEK MYHTOLOGY LOW LIFE.

HA,HA,HA,.NIT WIT.

Bastian wrote:

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The End

More please

THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL wrote:

<quoted text>HA,HA,HA,.NIT WIT.

Dumb, Dumb