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Just delete your scummy profile! This is your LAST warning!
The toilet is a symbol of you..PIECE OF SHIT:x :x
Back to Argentina he goes!
Diabetes, an auto-immune disease, and poor overall health.
This cunt is going in the ground this year leaving his Saggy with nothing but debt and shame!
You are a piss stain and known rat. Charlie-- a known sex predator. Did he cause your rat to have cerebral palsy?
you will be exposed everywhere on this site
in denial that he has AIDS
No money, no presents, and no dinner! They are too poor for this!
That thing should prob be put down!
Your pronouns are all|you|can|eat|
You identify as Hungry!
So, how’s your “SITO” court going? Did you increase your readership to 7 yet?
Your voting pool:
1. The blind
2. Nearly dead old rats!
3. Shut ins
4. Retards (like that little yipper you have with CP)
5. Disfigured members missing several teeth
A list of the rats that comment on her old pics. A fucking retirement home line up!
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These cunts will all be in the ground soon! Old cunts who have not gotten hard for years!
A perfect fit for Saggy Granny's dead dry cunt!
Getting close to the early bird special at Denny's. Your big Saturday night meal! Took you three weeks to save up for this dinner!
Eat ass Cat!
There you go again showing your homophobia
I agree with your logic! Like calling your cerebral palsy brat a RETARD! It is nothing to do with her disease!
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coward bitch now you banned from your page from making comments. That's a violation of free speech.
I think it is going to happen this year!
Charlie is going into the ground!
Def Charlie- the stress of being exposed is not helping! He has high blood pressure, clogged arteries, and an auto-immune disease!
If this old cunt gets one more ailment, he will get his own telethon! Then again, no one cares about an old predators health!
Fuck you Saggy!
You stupid cunt- you will have nightmares coming back here!
cat52!
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Fuck you Saggy Granny!
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She as been exposed yet again for lying here!
First I sent her scummy daughter a picture, then its is a she that did it- And with a number that does not even work, and is listed as spam online! Average pacemaker scar is like 2 inches... not the butcher cut pic she tried to say was her!
Is she really this stupid? Playing the victim!
Same has her fake ass pacemaker surgery scar pic... with a HUGE scar that is not even possible with today's surgerical procedures.
When a prominent member found the same picture on the internet, she walks it back saying this is what it would look like. Fucking stupid bitch.
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The Story of the Dolls- Part 1 – 4 October 2024
It was 2024 and times were tough. Laid off at work because of too much drinking, the bills started to pile up. There was just enough savings left to buy some sex dolls. He reckoned they could be rented out or used for internet cam shows. Plenty of desperate cunts out there. Especially in the shit sty city they lived in. Even Indians lived better than they did. The drinking was getting out of control along with the smoking. He begged friends to help pay for rent. They helped him out, and then he asked for more. Sad cunt can’t support this family! The lowest of a lowlife. Even his attempt to earn money on Fansly failed. The lowest ratings of any profile on that site! Feedback from members there cited cunt looks a retarded Hank Hill with a dumb and dumber haircut! Get to fuck! Like get a real job! We have seen the inside of that shack you call a home! Furnished with the “Married with Children” furniture collection! Or maybe like a living room on “Cops.” Not sure why this bitch does work to help them out. It is not like she is at home spreading her legs for his limp noodle!
He started posing and dressing up his dolls. He needed to do this to get hard to fuck his nasty wife. Cunts polled on site, said by a wide margin, they would rather shag Saggy Granny than this crooked tooth pig. The drinking had wilted his little knob so badly he started his day screaming at it in the mirror trying to get hard. His wife could hear him screaming even with the Kevin Bloody Murphy blaring. He did all his best work in the shed in their small backyard. Wifey walked up to the door and heard him screaming and moaning, jerking his little weasel has hard as he could. Nothing happened. Sounded like a baby seal getting clubbed in there! Frustrated, he went back inside their flat and poured another bottle of booze into a pitcher. Normal people drink from a glass. Not this classless rat.
With bill collectors sticking to him like flies on shit, he had to come up with a new scheme. Struggling with an original idea, he watched the days go by. They turned into months. He turned to the cock site for help. Asking for donations, money, anything to feed his family. What kind of man can’t earn money? Fucking pathetic if you ask me! Then one of the members, suggested he rent the dolls out to local universities. The uni kids were always partying and what better addition to a party than some fuck dolls? He started counting his money before he got it. First mistake!
He made up some fliers and started to pass them out on campus. Many were disgusted by this old rat passing out fuck fliers for his dolls. They called campus police service and they responded at the rush. When they found this donkey passing out fliers, police service gave this cunt a tune up. Smashing his scrawny body with their batons. One of the officers gave him a kick to his face just to remind him to stay off campus. He crawled back to his piece of shit car and went home to sulk. A total failure and raging alcoholic. He took out his frustrations on his family. We are seeking the police report as of today. Not to worry, we have some rotten cunts in Australia that will sort this out.
The cunt still refused to give up his big money scheme for his precious dolls. At home in the middle of the day (where else would he be) a commercial came on for an Indian language school. Bingo and cha-ching! It was Friday afternoon and he had to get his dolls ready for action. He combed their hair, washed out their cunts, mouths, and assholes. He put on their fanciest clothing and even put some perfume on them. Okay, it was just cleaning spray but it had a nice lemon scent. It was all he could afford. His family was lucky to get frozen dinners or if it was a splurge, some takeaway from Dan Murphy’s petrol station.
He arrived at the Punjab Language School. It was teeming with filthy Indians. At first, he was disgusted thinking of an Indian gang bang on his precious dolls. Fuck it, he needed some cash and bad. They were a cunt hair from losing their cheap flat they called home. The landlord was entertained watching him struggle to pay his rent each month. The landlord’s favorite game was pinning the eviction notice on doors so their neighbors could see failure in action. Armed with fresh fliers, he lurked in the car park. Waiting for customers, he was thinking he looked like a pimp wearing his DILLIGAF t-shirt playing a Denis Leary song called “Asshole” on his car stereo. A group of Punjab warriors were approaching. Like a common tout, he hawked his dolls for cheap. He made his sales pitch and the Indians being lower than a cockroach, jumped at the chance. They loved white pussy and would not need to shower. The Indians gave up 100 quid for a night with these bitches. All parties involved agreed to meet at Dan Murphy’s car park the day at noon to return the dolls.
5 October- Dan Murphy Petrol Station
He arrived nervous. What if they did not show up? His precious dolls would be lost forever. He felt a nervous shit brewing. Like shit brick in “American Pie”, he could never drop a dump in public. He was sweating like an outback trucker with a lot of road in front of him. If this went south, his only option was to shit his autographed Kevin Bloody Wilson panties. A real cock site gangster he was not, nervous as a Mormon virgin on her wedding night about to have her cunt wrecked. Then again, there was nothing magical about his stained panties. He sat there waiting like a cunt. Around 1346, the sport ute filled with Indians arrived. A huge sigh of relief went through his scrawny body. His big beer belly, suddenly stopped gurgling like a clogged toilet.
The HIIC (head Indian in charge) got out and began to curse at him. They said th]ese reeked of old cunt. Like spoiled Vegemite, cheap cigarettes, Praisey, and failure. You know something reeks when even the flies or Indians complain about it! The two other Indians sitting in the back got out and collected the dolls from the back cargo area. Our good mate was nearly in tears when he saw how his dolls looked. Their clothing ripped, patches of hair missing from their heads and cunts. One of his dolls was even missing a leg! He was in tears and the Indians just laughed and told him to clean up their leavings! These dolls were even worse off than the state of Vesse’s garden! Real toilet times indeed!
As the Indians laughed and sped away, one of them threw a naan soaked in Asafoetida (A smelly, sticky, yellowish-white resin that comes from the roots and lower stem of a rare wild carrot relative). Indians have used asafetida for centuries to season their food, and to help with digestion. Europeans in India called it "Devil's Dung” and a ripe durian fruit. It hit our good mate in the chest and splattered his face with filth. Completely dejected, he took his 100 quid back to his car. He carefully loaded his dolls into this backseat, strapping them so they would not be hurt anymore. He cried and held their hands apologizing for letting them be used as practice girls. He looked at one of their cunts, he saw it was split sideways and oozing Indian loads. He was disgusted and sad… Sad his own dick could never do this kind of damage. As he drove home in silence, he rang ahead and asked wifey to prepare the “ceremony. “
His raggedly 1998 AU Falcon barely made it home. Wifey was waiting in her church clothes- they were in fact, holey! Looked like moths had a feast on the cheap fabric! Then again, could be cigarette burns from her falling asleep on the sofa. Like any church would let these barnyard pigs inside. He went inside to get his best suit. Normally reserved for his many court proceedings, he pressed it with the iron. He removed the coffins from storage and put the dolls inside. Tears could not be stopped. Wifey was jealous as his tears were being wasted. She would normally make him cry into her cunt so should could feel wet again. Now, she was just a frigid old cunt rat. As in the words of a prominent female member, looks ridden hard and put away wet. A symbol of what alcohol can do to the human body. Honestly, in my opinion, she looks like a bucket of smashed crabs. That old pig Lix looks like a model compared this hog! A true Abo princess! Likes to cool off in a garbage bin filled with rainwater.
They moved the coffins to the backyard and started the ceremony. He had been reading up on Voodoo. He would also ask for the missing leg from the Indians to make her whole again. He knew their souls could be transferred. Burning the dolls was the only way to cleanse them after the Indian gang bang. In the middle of the ceremony, his mum called. He fucked up and transferred her soul into the dolls. A real bride of Chuckles. Or maybe payback for his horrible childhood. He poured several liters petrol into the coffees and wifey lit the Zippo.
Boom! The coffins lit up like Deepwater Horizon! The flames grew and grew engulfing the coffins and dolls. As he watched them burn, it reminded him of Raiders of the Lost Ark where the Nazi’s face melted. That made him even more sad as he is a confirmed Nazi and Jew hater. There will be no fourth Reich you simple piece of trash. The dolls were so filled with Indian leavings they were turning to liquid shit. Flames were nearly 3 meters high and the neighbors rang for fire service to respond. Upon arrival, the firemen were appalled at what they saw. Dousing the flames, the fire was quickly put out. What a fucking mess to clean up now! Coffins, half melted dolls, and a ton of water.
He sat there in silence as the police put handcuffs on him for arson.
What a fucking loser! Feed your family! Stop wasting money on a cock site! Uber driving cock boy!
Eat shit cunt! mongo Drink more poor man's vodka!
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you should have protected those dolls! What did they do to deserve this!?
Must be another funny story to fuck with cunts here that will believe anything.
This is a piece of shit- Looks like a chicken coup!
#610414 what a dump!
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If you are still confused, ask sir-skittles what it means.
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#610414 Mongo
Looking at the profile of Mamabear actually got Mongo feeling a bit horny, as the wife hadn’t wanted him to touch her in months. Her minge got drier than a farm field in Somalia anytime the thought of his bloated, flabby, pasty body crossed her mind. He liked to tell her that his receding hair line was a solar panel to fuel his sex tank. The only tank he possessed was the belly full of Fosters light ice. Fosters was actually pretty fancy considering he normally would try for VB when he had a few bucks. Speaking of Foster light ice, he yelled at the Wife to bring him another cold one, or risk another punch to her face, which looking like a medical book published in the outback of STD’s, she couldn’t afford any more missing teeth. Not even a road train has been ridden that hard. One longtime member described her as a washed up old syphilis tramp. When Skittles and EvilFairy heard this on a three way call they started howling with laughter. Mongo sent Mamabear an instant message asking her to sex-chat which she instantly declined. Even though she looked like a retarded Ewok, with a bologna looking cunt(not the opinion of the blog author), even she wasn’t desperate enough to get off with Saggy Granny’s walking bucket of leave ins. She was retarded, but not as retarded as Mongo. Mamabear hadn’t even bothered to look at his page. She could tell he was retarded by the way he spelled. He was worse than Deno, and Deno wrote like he shat up a bowl of Alphabet soup and decided to write his name in it. And that’s pretty fucking retarded.
Mongo feeling slighted screenshotted Mamabears pics, and decided to whinge one off about her in his forum thread. That would show her! Next, he tried once again to get his mama the Saggy Granny CAT to notice him. His attempts were all in vein. Saggy Granny #610414 had long ago forgotten him like the shit stained underwear she left at a porta potty in the Indie 500 back in 1966 after her scummy uncle and his friends had ran a train through her. This was the same woman that had tried to kill him with a coat hanger when she was pregnant after all. As an infant he had had been the inspiration for the character Belial in the movie basket case after Saggy had left him in a bucket in a Arby’s bathroom.
Mongo roared at the Wife to bring him more beer. He was going to get plonked if it was the last thing he would do! She walked gingerly over to his cunt site chair, and handed him another fosters. The look on her face reminded him of a bucket of smashed crabs, and that with the threat of physical violence, the Winnie blue dangling from her chapped canker sore lips, got him hard. He grabbed her roughly and forced her to give him a blowie. Having just hot railed some meth with a glass barbeque, the wife’s face was feeling pretty numb. The blowie she gave him was like putting his dick in a bag of soggy wonder bread. It was a good thing her face was numb, because he gave her a 3-piece feed. After he was done, he took a page from his buddy Tecsan aka Monturds and pissed on her like he was peeing out of a window. Mongo the drongo liked to pretend he was all for women but then he would get shit faced and go on a drunken video tirades calling his friends like Bella cunts and whores and complain about boys taking advantage of his daughters. Then forget everything he said later and contradict himself over and over.
Knowing he wasn’t going to get laid, he buttoned up the flannete over his torn second-hand chesty bonds, and pulled up his footy shorts. He hunted down a few lotto tickets and decided to take his kids old dirt bike for a few burnouts in the Dan Murphys parking lot. He would cash out the lottos for a few bucks to help pay his honing fines.
On the way to the Dan Murphy’s, Mongo came across a bushrat that had been hit by turbocharged falcon. Feeling sorry for the little fella, and thinking it kind of resembled him a bit with its fucked up face and smelly body, he decided to take it home to nurse it back to life. Mongo had no pockets on his footy shorts and his hands were full, so he put the little fella in the inside of his shorts, and kept on riding to Dan Murphys.
On the way over, the little bushrat came back to, and burrowed its way up Mongos asshole. Not needing a paper towel tube like Richard Gere, it made it way up inside. Mongo feeling the familiar tingle, started to weep. “Daddy?”, he cried out in confusion. It had been a while since Daddy had died, and Mongo missed him deeply. No one had ever made his butthole tingle like Daddy did. Daddy had been the greatest man he had ever known. Back in 1966 when Mongo had been left in the Arby’s bathroom the employees there had been horrified by the hideously deformed and retarded infant. The manager picked up the oversized wad of chewed up bubblegum, and had flushed it down the toilet. Sewer systems back in the 60’s had all interconnected to one huge sewage dump that led to the QLD Gold Coast .
Daddy had been walking through the sewage looking for a meal, and had come across what he had initially thought was a giant lump of pork jelly. He had been about to take a huge bite, when the lump had started crying like a clubbed seal. Daddy had turned the deformed Mongo around and his little screwed up face had warmed his heart. He decided to take it home to his shack, and raise it. He gave him to moniker Mongo the drongo, or Mongo for short.
Daddy had never known the love of a woman, or a man, as he had been in and out of the 115 prisons in Australia over his pathetic life. A thief and a sexual degenerate, his favorite past time was fucking wombats and other marsupials. He always prayed that when he was doing a stint, that he wouldn’t get sent to one of the joints overflowing with Aboriginals and Torres Straight Islander people. The closet he had ever come to fucking a woman had been when a walrus named Allison had come into prison infirmatory and had seen the crusty scabs on his dick. She had shown him how to make a fefe out of old bubblegum, and vegemite.
Once Mongo had been old enough to crawl around like a snail leaving slime everywhere, Daddy had gotten plonked and horny. Not caring that Mongo was his retarded adopted son, he picked up the fleshy blob, and stuck his dick in his chocolate starfish. Due to his deformities Mongo was easy to stash away whenever Daddy had been incarcerated. There had been no need for a fefe, and Mongo was perfect. Feeling generous, Daddy had freely shared the blobby Mongo around with the other inmates.
Mongo was partial to the Pakis and Indians. That’s why he picked on Zainn122 so much, it was his way of flirting and foreplay as he didn’t know any better.
Anyway Mongo stopped peddling and burst into tears in front of the Dan Murphys, crying for his daddy. Something possessed him and he got back on the bike, riding it with all his retarded strength and fury over to the dirt lot his daddy had been buried in. Daddy had never been honored with a tombstone, something Mongo was deeply ashamed over as he had spent the money on his wifes meth habit and a 6pack of cheap aussie piss beer. He had not known which hole was daddys, and just started digging up the place using his retard strength to rip up trees and other brush. Consumed with thought sof digging up dead old daddy for a shag. It had been many years, and daddy by now had been maggot food. There was unlikely anything left, but Mongo was a retard and was unable to grasp the notion of decomposition. He just needed to feel Daddys slimy rotting cock up his asshole.
Stayed tuned for part two.
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Anything else Tecsan of any substance, or I'm moving on to more important projects I'm working on here
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Thought not you weak cunt, till next time fuckwit
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Oh, I still own your top line & gosh, looks like all the nasty big ticket nasty items you added to my top line I tidied up, tecsan I abide to the "Clean Page Act", unlike yourself, tidy up that discussing mess dickhead