Fuck tha Police

Now completely nude and laying in the dirt, Naraku was already trying to catch his breath as his excitement got the better of him. "Snips, please be gentle-" "No promises sweetie~" Snips slid down and clasped the arcanine's feet in her claws, shoving them into her mouth. His flavor flooded her senses, filling her with pure lust. "Mhhh... hash anyone told chu that chur feet are tashteh?" Snips' speech was barely recognizable with the feet filling her mouth. Her tongue ran over every inch and…

ever-wider in diameter since the lightning strike. “Yes, give it to me. Please!” she pleaded with me while still on her knees. “Give it to me and I’ll let you and your family go. You have my word.” “Your word,” I said mocking her words. “What the fuck did I tell you an Abbott’s word is worth to me? You had your chance. Now go to Hell where you belong.” I say this to her in a pitiless tone and then I threw her Medallion down into the fissure where a sudden eruption emerged from deep…

Dante was forced to pull back from her neck when Jade pressed down and slide herself upon his up-curved and twitching cock. That vein laden rod was absolutely ready for her... it had been for what seemed like twenty minutes now. Blood would be licked from his bottom lip as he returned to sitting straight-up before her. Jade would not get any evidence of her new punctures because Dante had cleaned up the evidence with his tongue subconsciously. Because of the small but significant feast of her…

it, never in a million years would any change occur and this isn't helping anyone. This is a shit excuse of a health promotion page. And to all of the people who are saying 'Instagram isn't for kids of u got offended delete the fucking app u stupid fucks' (that's word to word), my first point is, please attend some English classes. I may not be the most accurate person on Instagram but please don't make 'you' into 'u' because it really doesn't show how much you care about you're opinions and…

Beyonce Knowles admitted that she lip sync on Inauguration Day. She decided to confront the public that she did lip sync when performing the National Anthem in front of millions of people, including the President of the United States, but she will “absolutely be singing live during her Super Bowl halftime show” (CBS News 1). On that note, Beyonce wanted her performance of President Barack Obama to be a memorable one. She was honest, but still proud of her performance because it was an honorable…

What is Derek? Derek is an outstanding television program created by Ricky Gervais. Derek first aired on channel four on April 12th, 2012. It's a British television comedy/drama as well as following the format of a Mockumentary. What is a Mockumentary I hear you ask? A Mockumentary is (a fake documentary) that Ricky Gervais (the creator, director, and writer) is notorious for. Derek has just finished the second series. The television programme has attracted a viewer-ship of 21.48 million,…

or the last thirty minutes, I’ve been invariably groaning and rubbing my temples being continually urged to “chill” by the boy next to me. I wasn’t sure if he was serious or not. Although, I still can’t believe that I’d be with this annoying dipshit for three more hours. “So, was that a yes or a no? Seriously, I don’t understand you,” He states for the thirteenth time just as he scans my face for an answer. However, I stay silent for an instant. “Alright! I’ll take that as a yes.” “Dude. You…

do you think noise pollution demonstrates the tragedy of the commons? Now, I’m a nitpicking jerkass, so I’m going to tear apart everything he said. “I believe that noise pollution can cause a noise tragedy” What? Cause a noise tragedy? What the fuck? Is that even English? “9 times out of 10, most of the noises you hear can be quite annoying to others.” Ninety percent of the noises everyone hears are annoying to other people? Does everyone have Tourette’s Syndrome in your world? And, well to…

Quiet was a luxury in the Edwards’ family home. The air was normally filled with the raucous vulgarity of Lyle’s bi-weekly poker games or the non-stop chorus of “amen” from Sadie’s Bible study. Except this particular cool Sunday evening. James had the house to himself and he was spending it the only way any introverted teenage boy would, reading Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card. He was still in early in the novel but was engrossed in it. James had just reached the scene where Ender was…

Murder”. I clicked the link and his old mug shot appeared on the screen. It was him alright - a picture from a previous arrest for a D.U.I., his face swollen - the eyes bloodshot. A shit eating grin that said ‘I’ve been here before and I’ll do it again. Fuck you, these walls won’t hold me.’ He’d bailed out receiving a fine and substance abuse classes. This time was different. Attempted murder put you in a new class of criminal. He was on the run and I knew where he was headed. I called around…