rutger wil je aub, ophouden met mij stalken ik weet dat je al jaren grote fan bent maar sinds de laatste keer dat verasde was ik niet al te blij. En ik wil geen seksuele handelingen verichten met je en ik hou al helemaal niet van seks met dieren. dus RUTGER zoek een andere fantasie
Ze glimlacht. "Nee, maar mijn gevoeligste plekje is glad en ik vrees dat jouw baardje iets te kort geschoren is als je begrijpt wat ik bedoel."
Het bloed spurt van mn koontjes naar mijn klootjes. Is dit het poppenspelemeideken? Geil. Ik denk dat Barbie straks een cargo zaad over zich heen krijgt.
Steam had not been suffered to go down entirely, despite the departure of all hands for the shore; and it was the work of only a few moments of feverish rushing up and down between wheel and engines to get the Alert under way. Slowly, amidst the distorted horrors of that indescribable scene, she began to churn the lethal waters; whilst on the masonry of that charnel shore that was not of earth the titan Thing from the stars slavered and gibbered like Polypheme cursing the fleeing ship of Odysseus. Then, bolder than the storied Cyclops, great Cthulhu slid greasily into the water and began to pursue with vast wave-raising strokes of cosmic potency. Briden looked back and went mad, laughing shrilly as he kept on laughing at intervals till death found him one night in the cabin whilst Johansen was wandering deliriously.
But Johansen had not given out yet. Knowing that the Thing could surely overtake the Alert until steam was fully up, he resolved on a desperate chance; and, setting the engine for full speed, ran lightning-like on deck and reversed the wheel. There was a mighty eddying and foaming in the noisome brine, and as the steam mounted higher and higher the brave Norwegian drove his vessel head on against the pursuing jelly which rose above the unclean froth like the stern of a daemon galleon. The awful squid-head with writhing feelers came nearly up to the bowsprit of the sturdy yacht, but johansen drove on relentlessly. There was a bursting as of an exploding bladder, a slushy nastiness as of a cloven sunfish, a stench as of a thousand opened graves, and a sound that the chronicler could not put on paper. For an instant the ship was befouled by an acrid and blinding green cloud, and then there was only a venomous seething astern; where - God in heaven! - the scattered plasticity of that nameless sky-spawn was nebulously recombining in its hateful original form, whilst its distance widened every second as the Alert gained impetus from its mounting steam.
ik ga trouwens helemaal niet offtopic want deze stam is de cthulhu cult echtwaar ik heb bewijs check maar googlevideo en zoek op fokjemoeder en dan de 2de hit, wel even die 5en half uur helemaal afkijken anders weet je niks.
