SturmSebber

It's always the easy way out for you isn't it...

I'm naked, so i guess i'll have to burn it off my skin.

I'm just adding diversity . Why can't there be a nice & friendly Cesspoolian ? Someone who likes fluffy bunnies and brightly coloured daffodils? The idea alone is more horrifying than anything Stephen King could dream up. I've said it before, and i'll say it again: i'm a genius !

At least i get noticed.

Would anyone like to play a cmbb or cmak tcp-ip game with me around 16.00 - 17.00 (greenwich time +1 )? I've got nothing to do all evening, and i feel sad and alone. please help. mail me at sebber@lycos.com

Swedes scare me.

Sic transit gloria mundi

Stikkie was your first Sturmy? Oddly, I thought you had better taste </font>

Personally, i'm rather fond of kumquat, especially when they make that liquor out of it.

I'm in the same house as Boo ?? Boy, this Peng -thread really is a nasty place.

I feel like celebrating AND like hiding in shame. But the remedy for both is luckily the same: let's get drunk!

Enough nonsense ! Let's talk some more about me.

Not that you are doing such a great job as the allied commander on that map. "Oi! that bunker was supposed to be padlocked" famous last words of a lousy scenario creator...

*Sir 37mm gives Sturmsebber a BOOT* Turns... turns might please me </font>

Actualy, in Belgium (and the Netherlands) people still practice this "sport". http://www.pbase.com/digiron/image/1419917

Anyway, it seems i'm the talk of the town.. again . It is good to be the king! Now let's commence Operation please sir 37mm : *bows*

You already fancy me, isn't that enough?

Not sure who you are trying to humiliate here...

Tank uh? I bet it has got a big gun. *Jerry Springer crowd cheers*

Like, when you're a stoopid Belgian? </font>

Number 7587 ! Back to work!

In Europe we believe in human rights, and porn -in every conceivable and inconceivable fashion, needs to be accesible to the common man, as surely nakedness and nastyness is what being a human being is all about!

Some people's lives resemble a romatic novel, an intellectual artwork, an exciting detective.... mine resembles a cheap porn magazine. Let me tell you guys about something that happend to me this morning. Better, let me first take you back to yesterday evening. My phone rings, and a lady, nay let's just call her woman, a woman who is a client of mine on my newspaperroute asks if i can bring her some extra items the folowing morning. I would just have to ring the doorbel and she promises to come to the door and repay me for these extra items. Fine, no problem, i'm a friendly guy (inspite of what sir37mm says) and this is a small favour to do. As promised, i ring her doorbell, prepare to hand her her newspaper and the extra items i got her, as suddenly appears in front of me an almost naked female body, only a véry few inches of cloth manage to keep at least some body parts partially hidden. Leaning forward into what some would call a sensual position she greets me. interludium: Now this is the kind of thing most of you perverts here would enjoy, a new anecdote to brag about to friends and one not to tell the wife... But wait, the fun is yet to come. As my eyes try to get back their focus i notice the loose skin that probably has been used as some perverted sandingpaper and wich resembles a lot those worn-out formula one tires. As my glance goes upward towards her bosom, i see a flimsy bra, filled with what probably were two quite solid "pillows of sin" but now have transformed into somekind of evil crackled soufflé. Quickly i lower my glare, but sadly in the wrong direction! There they were.. the underpants of doom !! Words cannot describe this piece of cloathing that covered that most truely forbidden (!) fruit at the intersection of the creatures legs... Trying to withold my peristaltic movements, i quickly look upwards (trying to avoid the flimsy bra and wrinkeled skin) towards her face... a set of -more than ought to be obvious- plastic teeth grin towards me, and -i swear by god- a small stream of saliva appears near the corner of her mouth... Suddenly i realise that i am standing in the middle of a public street, inches away from an almost naked 70 year old woman, eagerly eyeballing me. "Don't mind me" a screechy voices rambles in what seems to be a far away place: "I was just preparing for a bath". "Don't mind me while i burn out my eyes with a hot poker" i try to reply , but my tongue is numbed and my facial muscles are still in shock. After what seemed like minutes but in fact were merely seconds i mumble something like "oh, no problem", while my brain screams : "run, run, you fool !". And while i take a step back, and try to avoid her greedy hands, i hand her over her stuff and quickly receive my money from her. As i walk away, more hastely than usual, towards my moped i am sure that this is how god punishes me for all the foul and perverted acts i have commited. I am convinced that whenever i am going to have the joy of intimacy with a cute, sculpted boy, i am going to see this decaying woman, grinning towards me. I'm off now , to the clinic, to see if anything can be done to prevent retinal detachment. Frightened greetings, Sturmy [ July 27, 2006, 12:48 AM: Message edited by: SturmSebber ]

As is your personality.

Ik ben de peulschil, ik ben de peulschil! De peulschil staat hier!