Hey Bob, how are you?? I wanted to come by and personally invite you to enter the Lost Kids Art Contest

Aside from the sweet cash prizes, the winners also get their work published on the covers of the upcoming Lost Kids comic books.

Please visit the [link] for more info and thanks so much for considering!

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***THE LOST KIDS ART CONTEST***

Are you IN or out?

Cash prizes up to $500! Winners get their work Published and picked by amazing judges!

AMAZING gallery!!! +watch

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My gallery

Ptreeety awesome shiz goin' on here, props - WATCHED

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BLOOP~

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The Gypsy Queen Extraordinaire

I had just left the grocery store the other day when a random thought popped into my head: what ever happened to Bob Rivard?

I tried to remember the last time I saw him, and it had to of been the weekend of December 14th, 2008. A friend of mine finally succeeded in breaking through all of my excuses and was dragging me to a club I had never been to. When I got inside, the experience was how you might expect. Lasers. Smoke. Skanky women of various shapes and sizes. The music wasn't terrible (but nothing to write home about), however there was one remarkable occurance.

In the middle of the dance floor, a circle of patrons had gathered. I chuckled, genuinely expecting some kind of Saturday Night Fever dance-off, but instead the inner-circle seemed to consist entirely of naked men. "Peculiar," I remember thinking, but what the hell. Might as well have a look.

I pushed my past a couple hookers so I could get a better look. There in the middle of the circle was Bob. He was sweating, and while you might immediately blame it on the dancing, I'd wager it was likely due to the great effort he was putting forth while sucking the biggest dick I had ever seen.

No, make that the second biggest dick, because as my eyes adjusted, I saw a larger man fucking his asshole with what can only be described as an elephant trunk tied to the end of an anaconda.

I watched for a minute or two, shaking my head. The naked men standing around were naturally playing with themselves and I have to say the entire thing made my stomach turn. About thirty seconds before I decided to leave, the man in Bob's ass and the younger fellow in his mouth climaxed. I know this because the gentleman behind him pulled his hair while the fellow fucking his throat punched him right in the face. Then their muscles locked up.

I'm not sure if this was orchestrated, but I didn't have much time to consider it. Presumably because there was so much cum, a great deal of it shot out of Bob's mouth, actually splashing the man who had by now pulled out. It all worked together to make a type of optical illusion, the effect of which was rather like seeing the man pounding Bob's ass so hard actually shoot his hot semen all the way up through his body and out of his mouth.

Needless to say, I have not been back to the club since.

perfect gallery see ya!

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"Fight for What you believe!"

This gallery is shit and it makes me want to fucking hang myself.

I hope you're happy for what you've done to the internet. This is like a pedophile news group, only worse, because at least on one of those I can look at adolescent boys.

Kill yourself.