Sorry I was away for a couple of days. Daddy has extended leave after Bank Holiday and his needs come first. My facial Fuckhole and cock pillows were used a lot. A fuck doll does not get bank Holidays. We are just plastic braindead dolls to be played with and enjoyed.
When I was an Accounts officey type thingy I could do smarty calculamications stuff. Now I’m a braindead fucktoy these are totes the only sums I need to know.
PUMP her BRAIN full of CUM! Plz support this NASTY BIMBO on OnlyFans. She is a REAL BIMBO FUCK DOLL in need. She needed to leave her country Ukraine and starts all over in Warzaw/Poland. Be social and selfish at once. Because helping her means fueling your own COCK with more nasty content…
Dead Alive (aka Braindead) is directed by the fabled Peter Jackson. This film is an exhibition of gore with a context of hilarity. Although corny, the film exercises great discipline as Jackson was able to combine comedy, violence, romance, all of which get summed up in a satisfying denouement.
In a small town in Australia or New Zealand (I think it’s AU or NZ because people were flipping the bird with the “V” sign) a Sumatran Rat-Monkey has been flown in to show it off at the zoo. A histrionic mother spies on her son as he’s on a date at the zoo, unaware of her surroundings she is bitten by the Rat Monkey and is quickly turned into a psychotic zombie. Unbeknownst to her son who is named Lionel; he struggles to keep her “alive” as he takes on a hilarious sense of denial and treats her with the same attention as if she was alive, but with the same precautions one would take with a wild animal. Her condition worsens and soon she is biting others and as they turn, Lionel realizes there is too much to handle between his new found lover, his scheming uncle and his uncontrollable collection of zombies…
The environment created by Jackson in this film adds to this film’s core values, as it doesn’t take itself seriously. The design of the town in which Lionel lives in mirrors that of an ideal “small town” during the 50’s, occupied by set pieces that rival the model set in which “Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood” takes place. Overall, the theme here is “happy go-lucky.” All these elements eventually get shit on by the irony imposed by Jackson in this “squarish” town when the blood and gore begin to splatter, which only adds to the film’s aesthetic appeal.
Peter Jackson, has crafted a wonderful cultist gem in this movie. I loved all of its “campy” elements as it takes on a light-hearted approach to gore a la Sam Raimi. There are absurd close-ups and the content is a joke, at one point there is a kung-fu priest who fights the zombies in the name of the lord as he begins to dismember their body parts with his brute strength, then two zombies even copulate and create a mischievous cannibalistic zombie baby that comically wreaks havoc throughout the duration of the film. By the film’s climax the protagonist plows his way through rows of zombies with his lawnmower strapped to his person and is left in a puddle of blood, so much blood that he’s barely able to stand without slipping.
Dead Alive even finds time through all of its gore infused calamity to even bring closure to the film’s protagonist as he finds out that his domineering mother isn’t the saint he thought she was. Jackson even hints towards an extreme bout of symbolism as he shows Lionel being “born anew” for Lionel gets absorbed into his mother’s womb and has to tear himself out to be free of her, and gain his freedom.
This film is by far one of the most entertaining films I have ever seen. I love these corny forays into gore, it really let’s the imagination run free without having it be sadistic. I know however, that this film’s content isn’t for everyone since not many can take its subject matter seriously enough to enjoy, if that makes sense to you…
Oh you wonderful braindead bimbo whore! We share our mutual love of the glam tranny world of frustrated femininity…the thought of a big beautiful cock in front of your face glistening with your own saliva turns you on…a ring of YOUR lipstick at the base of his glorious shaft apparent from when you had him all the way down your throat. He says “Lick my balls faggot. I like that you nasty bitch”
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I really remember clearly when I sucked my first cock. Although to be honest, it’s not all that hard to remember seeings as it was only a few weeks ago <3
I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. Oh my god I can’t even believe I’m about to tell people this though. I mean it’s not like I’m gay or anything, it’s just that the very first cock I ever sucked was through a glory hole in a public bathroom…that’s definitely not gay right? I mean like, maybe it’s a little gay that I was sitting in the cubicle completely nude and in chastity…and MAYBE it’s a little gay that after he used my mouth and jizzed down my throat, I waited around for an hour afterwards for anyone else to show up because the first cock I sucked was just that GOOD!
God I don’t think I’ll be able to let it go…seeing his shorts drop down to his ankles and then this THING slides through the hole…I mean if I had doubts before about whether I was a sissy or not, this fat cock put those doubts to rest. God just that big fat mushroom head was almost as big as my own little clitty. I only had a tiny little bitch clit compared to a monster like that…no wonder I was on this side of the gloryhole, omg!
I definitely had cockshock, but I’m so like, brainwashed by sissy hypno, that as soon as I saw that huge, fat throbbing cock (that was like, sooo much bigger than mine) I knew exactly what I had to do. Before I knew it I was on my knees in a public bathroom, in broad daylight, trying to drench a monster cock with my spit and coax a stinking load down my throat.
I still remember the best part so well…he didn’t even knock..drool is dripping from my chin as I’m choking on his cock and without notice he just starts cumming. Using my bitch mouth for its exact purpose. Of course he didn’t need to knock though, he just needed to pump a load off into the local bimbo cum dump, me!
@whenallelsefailspanic I’ve been shooting since I was a kid and have a loaded M&P380 in a locked gunsafe next to my bed and a .22 rifle I inherited from my grandfather in a locked gunsafe in my closet lmao
Stricter gun control =/= no guns, you’re just brainwashed.
“.38 and a 22”
So you don’t have any real guns. Silence urbanite.
