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Don't forget the sixth drug - LSD.

I only come to newgrounds anymore just so I can read your posts

I'm glad you have all these holy texts to guide us.

Like Korkz said, I would fuck you :3

I reject your reality and substitute my own.

oh.

You know, Jamoke? This kind of posts are the reason i keep coming back to your page.
You are awesome.

Wait wait wait, was Paycheck that film about a kid who finds a signed blank check and buys all sorts of stuff like a castle and a go-kart and a huge thing of ice cream? I remember it had Sinbad in it. Ha, little pink man from aliens for breakfast.

awesome

TEach me more

I DIVIDED BY ZERO!
OH SHI-!

Also, that flamenco version of Hotel California is great.

I like to poop. Feels good when it comes out of my asshole.

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

so i had this itch on my balls and the first thing i did was go to a doctor to check things out right? the thing is I dont have a doctor ...so who cradled my balls in their hands for an hour and a half...I once asked this question

turns out it was my deadbeat father who turned queer since jail, let that be a lesson to you

Should have fucked my poop so hard.

I like poop. Feels good coming through my asshole.

A woodchuck would chuck as much wood as a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.

"...however I thought the mental image of a large, sweaty, muscular black man"
turn off.
average looking guy tyvm. not some blehk-y muscley guy
or we could always switch it to a girl, since im bi
now comment on my blog nub :o

Very motherfucking insightful. Write a book

http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/liste n/137452

This is a true genius's work, and should always and only be recognized as it. I salute you sir.

I demand current eintertainment.

Utterly thrilling read, chum. Not surprised that the masturbation section is the longest, as it's what every newgrounder can relate to most.

Would you hold it against me if I commented here?

:*(

HAY DOOD

Your hair sucks.

Your hair rules.

"Grab a seat and put your other sock back on. And stop that, your mom doesn't believe you've been blowing your nose in them anyway."

I shit you not, I thought that was directed right at me. Fucker.

How is life?

This smells familiar.

Cericon says:

Your hair sucks.
Jul. 20, 2008 | 4:00 AM THEJamoke responds:

yes it does.
Jul. 20, 2008 | 3:09 AM Purpin says:

Your hair rules.
Jul. 20, 2008 | 4:00 AM THEJamoke responds:

yes it does.

LOLWUT

I like you Jamoke.

I scooped up some of the slime on my gloved finger and brought it to my nose. I knew what it was from the reading I'd done before. It was digestive juices from the maggots, full of bacteria. And it smelled just horrible. I thought to myself, that's what I'm going to smell like. That's the stench that's going to come from my vagina. I want that, I thought, spreading my legs wide apart. I dragged my slimy finger between my pussy lips. My clit felt like a hard little pebble beneath the slime. I didn't want to cum right then, though, and I was still right on the edge of gagging, too. But I knew there was no turning back now, so I let my fingers lightly touch the top of the maggot mass. The maggots felt like nothing I'd experienced before. They seemed to have such energy, totally different from picking up an earthworm or something. And they felt so alive. I was fascinated and nauseated at the same time. Sinking my fingers into the mass, I felt the solid meat beneath. Gently breaking it apart, I could see that the meat had turned gray except for the very center which was still pink, and that the maggots had penetrated into it but not too deeply yet. There was still plently of food for my filthy little babies. I broke off a small chunk of meat that was covered on one side with maggots and held it for a moment while I fought back another urge to vomit. It was finally time, I thought. I leaned forward, and holding my pussy lips apart with one hand, I gritted my teeth and pushed the maggot-covered chunk of meat into my vagina. And then, totally without expecting it, I had an orgasm. A quick, sharp one that only made me want more.
And more was coming. I broke off another small chunk of meat, along with another part of the maggot mass and pushed it inside me. This one had more maggots on it, and I stopped for a moment to see if I could feel them inside me. I wasn't sure I could, but it didn't matter. I wanted them all. I needed to take them all inside me. With that thought, I went sort of wild. I started pushing bigger chunks of meat and maggots, and even handfuls of just maggots into me, over and over. I was practically hyperventilating, too. I wasn't thinking at all about the noise I must have been making. But now I could definitely feel the maggots squirming inside my vagina. Just the idea of it made me cum again.
I felt so filthy, so disgusting, like I'd turned myself into some low, depraved sort of beast. And that made me so incredibly hot, together with the constant movement of the maggots inside me. But it was time to go. Holding my hand over my crotch, I slowly crawled back to my clothes and managed to get dressed again without anything coming out. I put the gloves back into my pocket and climbed out of the dumpster.
Once I was home, I locked myself in my bedroom, took off my clothes, except for my double-panties, and got into bed. I closed my eyes and just let myself feel the maggots squirming inside me. For a while I tried to watch TV, but I could really pay attention to it. The maggots were too wonderfully distracting. I skipped dinner. Later on, when I really had to pee, I did it by taking down my panties and holding my hand over my crotch, wearing the rubber gloves, of course.
A little later on I realized that I didn't need the panties to hold the maggots and the meat inside me. The mass pretty much stayed in place as long as I laid kind of still. I thought hey, I guess that means I'm infested, which made me cum again. I was always right on the edge of orgasm, and it didn't take much to go over the edge. I also noticed that the maggots seemed to be more active if I kept my legs apart and realized that they probably needed to breathe. So that's how I stayed a lot of the time. I did get up and read my email and posted an update on my web page but I couldn't seem to think clearly enough to write much. Then I had to pee again, but I just didn't want to get up. So I just peed in the bed. It made me cum. I just wanted to keep feeling the maggots moving. And they were. They seemed even stronger, in anything. I was totally in heaven with it. I didn't eat at all, either.
I decided to go ahead and take a shit in my bed, right where I was. That just made me more turned on and I ended up smearing some of my shit over my thighs and my pussy and cumming again. I noticed that the maggots started coming out a bit. Maybe they liked the shit. A couple tmes one would creep up on my belly. I'd just flick it back down between my legs.
Other girls have babies but I give birth to decay and filth, I'd keep thinking to myself. Or I'd say I'm probably ruining my womb and I don't care, I want to be ruined. I know I must have been hallucinating from the infection. I was hoping the maggots had given up on the rotten meat and were eating my vagina instead. My fingers were buried inside my vagina, with my fingertips against part of the meat. Whenever I pressed on it, the maggots would squirm faster and I'd climax again. I could do it over and over and keep cumming.
I sat up a little, picked up the hand mirror I have on the table next to my bed, and held it between my thighs.
My pussy was totally gaped wide open. I'd never seen it like that before. It reminded me of a mouth in a sick, gagging expression. My inner lips were swollen and dark purple, almost black, while my outer lips were cherry red and I was losing a layer of dead skin, like a sunburn. A stream of the light brown slime was oozing from inside my vagina and down my butt crack onto the shitty mattress. Although I could still feel a large mass of maggots and rotten meat inside me, there were maggots everywhere between my legs. Hundreds of them.
And then I saw my fingers on my pussy. They plunged deep into my vagina and dragged out a wad of slime and maggots, which I pressed hard against my clit. I remember having a huge orgasm right then, and I must have passed out. I think I was sobbing too, but I'm not sure.
YOU UGLY FAT FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!

That chin thread is EPIC!

One of these days, I'll read this all. ;D

That was pretty well written; you should seriously consider taking up writing, assuming you haven't already.

I lol'd a few times :3

Sorry for being so late to replying to your comment.

Heyas, you left a msg at my page so I responded there but there's no easy link to see the response without my comment so here'go :)

Also I noticed jokerscard posted on your page..Sup Joker! :D

We're all one big happy group of friends!

Hey Jamoke! I answered to your comment in my profile :)

Congrats on the gold whistle. I know I'll have to congratulate you on the deity one in a couple days.

oh so youre in tta now mkay

This:

http://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/9 50519

Is leaving me in stiches from laughing so hard.

OH MY GOD! I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH, JAMOKE!

Never buy Ganja from Jamaicans. Conincidently, I met a Rastaman named John Moholland, when I worked in one of those "Make work" workhouse programs (that English Saxon-socialized countries are known for), and he took me to this Ganja house (technically it's a licensed restaurant, upstairs, but down stairs the "Bar" well, I was young, and new to the dope game, and wow Holy shit the basement was a giant Bong... Holy man did it smell GOOOOOD... For 20 dollars you get a bud puff (wraped in tinfoil)... so 40 Queens gets you an 1/8 th oz. And it's really strong Hydroponics. But it's Albertan, so it's that shit those redneck skinheads smoke.... (aka the Mutant weed).

The good weed can be found in Quebec, Toronto (a Mecca of Jamaicans, similar to NY), and Vancouver.... (other recreational chemicals can be found in Vancouver though, mainly Shrooms, Peyote (if you talk to the "Star Children" that frequent that place).

Anyhow, heh, most of my weed came from a Jamaican. He taught me about Bobo Priests, the Marleyisms, (Why the man won't honor Marley with a Bio-pic I'll never understand). Lots of Blacks in Black Panther regalia, at the club. Serious. But due to nature of weed..... I stopped going there for a while, and they didn't remember me when I went back, just sold me weed to shoo me away, and not to come back there.... ha ha ha.

So now I can't get weed from anybody, until I go to a park at 4:20, dressed up in my Quebec Pot flag. (one can also get a Canada pot flag, instead of a maple leaf, it's a Canabiss Leaf).

I do hope Obama unstresses the world, reverses the USA PATRIOT ACT, and other big brother silliness, so us Canadians can freely smoke weed again. Steven Harper, knows his time is up as a Sith Lord, and his magical Sith powers, of hyponosis, doesn't work. And Canada will be back on track with important Liberal social issues. Such as Legalizing of Canabliss.

The whole evil Clique of smelly old bastards, is coming to an end. Bush is leaving, Cheney is going, Fox is out already, and soon Harper with no support, and the Christian Alliance (CAMA church, or the Mega churches), will lose their power. Perhaps you don't have to come up to Canada after all Jamoke, if Obama can reverse 8 years of bullshit....

Then Weed will be legalized... and stronger Heath care in Canada will arise.