Let me take a wild shot in the dark and guess that KB didnt actually write this post himself?
One of the funniest things about this entire website in general over the years has always been reading about the bashing of services I dont care what anyone says. Its absolutely more fucking comical than anything reading how they react and their lame responses to what they are doing with their pathetic lives hahahaha
One of the funniest things about this entire website in general over the years has always been reading about the bashing of services I dont care what anyone says. Its absolutely more fucking comical than anything reading how they react and their lame responses to what they are doing with their pathetic lives hahahaha
You're not lying. It is freaking hysterical! I just wish I didn't get banned from every service thread I post in
That's some funny shit right there! KB and TY are meetin' up tonight for some brews and capping strategy for the weekend.
Fill us in KB on what you two capping wizards come up with.
KAZ
It goes a little like this Kaz...
Ty contacted me about wanted to procreate his Zebra to make perfect Code Zebra Picks. Me being from Oklahoma, he knew I knew a little about the agricultural industry. You see, he's been "trying" to reproduce with his Zebra, hoping to come up with the "perfect" Zebra. In his mind, the "perfect" Zebra would produce 100% winners. I tried to explain that his 93% Zebra in the betting world is next to impossible to improve on. He insisted that with the new and improved 100% Zebra, he could own Vegas, BettorsChat, and the whole wide gambling world. Ty has these illusions of grandeur. Never able to settle for second fiddle.
Once Ty contacted me I gave in and agreed to meet up with Ty to see how he was going about doing this. All along in my mind, thinking he's got some sort of artificial insemination process in place with the finest of the fine zebra sperm from zoo's all across the world.
So once I get to Ty's, I ask him to show me his procedure. He takes me to his back bedroom, no shit, the Zebra really stays in his house. He opens the door and he has shackles to each of the Zebra's legs so it can't move. Behind the Zebra, is a little stool. Immediately I'm thinking, no fucking way, but alas, Ty starts to unzip his pants. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," I shout. Ty looks at me as if I were fornicating with his minor sister. "How else am I supposed to do it," Ty stammers then adds, "plus, I enjoy it this way so much." I pause to collect my thoughts, then explain the process of artificial insemination and that cross breeding between humans and animals could never work. Ty, visibly shaken, lowers his head and almost in a whisper says, "I guess I'll have to live with 93%," as tears roll down his cheek."
I slowly back out of the room, careful not to turn my back on this disgusting zebra fucker, then bolt out to my car. When I finally reach the driver's seat, I hear a wretched shriek from the Zebra, and Ty's evil laugh saying, "That country boy doesn't know a good time Zebra!"
Ty contacted me about wanted to procreate his Zebra to make perfect Code Zebra Picks. Me being from Oklahoma, he knew I knew a little about the agricultural industry. You see, he's been "trying" to reproduce with his Zebra, hoping to come up with the "perfect" Zebra. In his mind, the "perfect" Zebra would produce 100% winners. I tried to explain that his 93% Zebra in the betting world is next to impossible to improve on. He insisted that with the new and improved 100% Zebra, he could own Vegas, BettorsChat, and the whole wide gambling world. Ty has these illusions of grandeur. Never able to settle for second fiddle.
Once Ty contacted me I gave in and agreed to meet up with Ty to see how he was going about doing this. All along in my mind, thinking he's got some sort of artificial insemination process in place with the finest of the fine zebra sperm from zoo's all across the world.
So once I get to Ty's, I ask him to show me his procedure. He takes me to his back bedroom, no shit, the Zebra really stays in his house. He opens the door and he has shackles to each of the Zebra's legs so it can't move. Behind the Zebra, is a little stool. Immediately I'm thinking, no fucking way, but alas, Ty starts to unzip his pants. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," I shout. Ty looks at me as if I were fornicating with his minor sister. "How else am I supposed to do it," Ty stammers then adds, "plus, I enjoy it this way so much." I pause to collect my thoughts, then explain the process of artificial insemination and that cross breeding between humans and animals could never work. Ty, visibly shaken, lowers his head and almost in a whisper says, "I guess I'll have to live with 93%," as tears roll down his cheek."
I slowly back out of the room, careful not to turn my back on this disgusting zebra fucker, then bolt out to my car. When I finally reach the driver's seat, I hear a wretched shriek from the Zebra, and Ty's evil laugh saying, "That country boy doesn't know a good time Zebra!"
I'm still emotionally scarred...
Thanks for the snippet. Can't wait for the paperback version. Who's publishing? Simon and Schuster?
Ty contacted me about wanted to procreate his Zebra to make perfect Code Zebra Picks. Me being from Oklahoma, he knew I knew a little about the agricultural industry. You see, he's been "trying" to reproduce with his Zebra, hoping to come up with the "perfect" Zebra. In his mind, the "perfect" Zebra would produce 100% winners. I tried to explain that his 93% Zebra in the betting world is next to impossible to improve on. He insisted that with the new and improved 100% Zebra, he could own Vegas, BettorsChat, and the whole wide gambling world. Ty has these illusions of grandeur. Never able to settle for second fiddle.
Once Ty contacted me I gave in and agreed to meet up with Ty to see how he was going about doing this. All along in my mind, thinking he's got some sort of artificial insemination process in place with the finest of the fine zebra sperm from zoo's all across the world.
So once I get to Ty's, I ask him to show me his procedure. He takes me to his back bedroom, no shit, the Zebra really stays in his house. He opens the door and he has shackles to each of the Zebra's legs so it can't move. Behind the Zebra, is a little stool. Immediately I'm thinking, no fucking way, but alas, Ty starts to unzip his pants. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," I shout. Ty looks at me as if I were fornicating with his minor sister. "How else am I supposed to do it," Ty stammers then adds, "plus, I enjoy it this way so much." I pause to collect my thoughts, then explain the process of artificial insemination and that cross breeding between humans and animals could never work. Ty, visibly shaken, lowers his head and almost in a whisper says, "I guess I'll have to live with 93%," as tears roll down his cheek."
I slowly back out of the room, careful not to turn my back on this disgusting zebra fucker, then bolt out to my car. When I finally reach the driver's seat, I hear a wretched shriek from the Zebra, and Ty's evil laugh saying, "That country boy doesn't know a good time Zebra!"
I've been sending Spark and Wayne $200 a piece every month to bribe them to get me back in here
The funniest thing about these INTERNET FORUM posting services, and even you've called them out on this as well, is when they claim they are so successful and have tons of cleints. Its like you wouldnt be posting on some random degenerate internet gambling chat forum on a Tuesday afternoon at 1:37 PM if you werent a pathietic loser trolling for lunch money! Like let's be real here hahahaha
This is kind of strange, you get banned for bashing a service on the service thread, and your not allow to bash on the service thread but we can say anything we want in here? Love your creative posts too, lots of time on your hands out in the Heartland, you should serioulsy think of writing a Harlequin Romance Novel about a boy and his zebra.
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