lemme hear em!

I would like to co manage a bed and breakfast with Satan......salary=80 grand.

my fantasy is giving my cousin a haircut while my hand is on the center of his head and shave around it

Me, and all Victoria's Secret models. At once.

Two chicks at the same

Me, three female midgets, and a case of Cheese Whiz at the Glengoyne Distillery in Scotland. Good times.

fish82 wrote: Me, three female midgets, and a case of Cheese Whiz at the Glengoyne Distillery in Scotland. Good times.

It's not all that fun.
The cheese stains your skin.

mine would be with 2 women, a naked picture of Bea Arthur, the band GWAR, some power tools, and a slip and slide

Probably a world free of hate.

Harsher punishment for parole violators........and world peace.

One fantasy came true last night with the Browns victory.

Upper90 wrote: Probably a world free of hate.

LAME!

Playing Pebble Beach with a naked Joan Rivers as my caddie, then a bottle of Grey Goose, a banana, Joan, and this month's issue of Swank.

mattinctown wrote: Playing Pebble Beach with a naked Joan Rivers as my caddie, then a bottle of Grey Goose, a banana, Joan, and this month's issue of Swank.

I feel like you should specify a little more. A naked caddie, a bottle of vodka, and a banana? Just sounds a little fishy... lol

Just kidding

I Wear Pants wrote:

Upper90 wrote: Probably a world free of hate.

LAME!

agreeeeee

I'm living mine.

Ah. Yes. Okay.

It would involve Manaze bound and gagged in a dark alley.I'd then call some pipe hittin bros from Marion who knew how to hit. I'd laugh hysterically while he was reamed for hours by men of different colors. He wouldn't be able to say anything racist either because he would have a ball in his mouth, like the little bitch he is.

After that got old, I would sentence him to eternal damnation. (Fansty, so I have uber damning powers).

I would then fly to my palace that was made out of ice and the bones of fags like zwick4prez. I would drink from my goblet (made from a skull of my enemy... Well say tigerfan00) while Zwick's mother (sex slave) performed fellatio on me whenever I demanded it.

This is where things would get really fun.

I would then ingest enough acid to kill Andre the Giant (only it wouldn't kill me, I'm a ManGod, remember) and I would get naked and hop on my flying unicorn. I would then travel into space. Not sure what I'd do there, but being naked in space on a flying unicorn just sounds appealing.

Back to my ice palace. This time for some heroin. Never done heroin, only in my dreams, but I'd be shooting it up like crazy. I'd then probably get on FreeHuddle and make a post about it.

QueenCityBuckeye would make a post lambasting me for doing drugs. I'd SMH and be like "Didn't know my dungeon got wifi, wtf?" And then I'd go down there and make him give oral sex to my flying unicorn while virgins fed me grapes and rubbed me with oil. When my unicorn was satisfied, Id bludgeon QueenCity's mother to death with a bat, in front of him. Just to let him know not to steal wifi from my dungeon.

I'd then get mad at Cincinnati and damn it into hell, along with Findlay. They have no places in my fantasy.

The Browns would be Super Bowl champs (wait that's reality, nevermind).

Getting bored, I'd leave QueenCity's moms corpse to rot in front of him. Hed probably cry because he's soft.

I'd then go up to my pool. Only my pool isn't filled with water. Its filled with cocaine and gypsy tears. Naked women would lounge all around me and demand attention from my penis. My penis is small, but it would work like a manchild.

I would do laps in my cocaine pool, getting high and enjoying life.

There wouldn't be haters, because they'd be dead from AIDs.

I'd also have a pet cheetah to go with my pet unicorn.

Also, I forgot to mention that I'm a centaur in this fantasy. And yes, I swagger jacked that from ARod... But nobody in my fantasy knows it because I sold ARod into sex slavery in a third world country. He sold for 3 months free of HBO. Yes, I'm still a hustler in my fantasy world.

Lastly, my partying crew consists of: Ben Franklin, Marvin "Bad News" Barnes, Ron Artest, Duron Carter, and the guy who first looked at processed cocaine and said: "Fuck it, I'm putting that shit up my nose."

They're my friends. I have friends in this fantasy because I don't in RL.

More to come.

oooooooooooooooook, that is one hell of a fantasy

Someone needs to put him back in his padded room.

Its filled with cocaine and gypsy tears.

You had me going, until I read this!
wtf?

ahahahahaha!!!!

LOL.

wes_mantooth wrote: I would like to co manage a bed and breakfast with Satan......salary=80 grand.

Can I make a reservation or is the hell convention still in town?

That was awesome lol

Candydish full of oxy 80's on my coffee table, permanately stocked.....