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homor
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"We all have a thousand bad drawings in us, the sooner you get them out the better." - Chuck Jones.

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well hi im bladr!

Posted by homor - November 24th, 2007


hi there, my name is baldr.

i am the god of beauty, i am extremly handsom, nothing can hurt me because my mother told all the plants and rocks and metals not to harm me.

everyone in asgard loves me and i often let people throw stuff at me for kicks, beceause hey, it won't hurt me.

im also a great fighter, and since i cannot die it doesn't really matter who does what to me.

lets face the facts here, im better then you.

im nice, handsom, strong, can't be hurt, and wemon love me.

i may have a very very very very very very very very very very very very very very small dick, but hell, no one will ever see it! ahahaahahah man i rock.

go ahead and throw stuff at me, rocks, knifes, metal, even buildings! it doesn't even hurt!

hey whats that you're going to "hurt" me with? a plant? ha! its not gonna hurt me!

hold on, is that.....missletoe? why are you using that? who gave it to you?

loki huh?......oh my god NO WAIT DON'T-

well hi im bladr!


Comments

and that kids, is why we kiss under missletoe.

Odin will bend you over and rape you in the ass.

nah he knows im kiding.

that fat drunk fuck.

Heimdall is the handsome gold-toothed guardian of Bifrost, will strike ye down.

na, he knows im kidin to.

You promised squidward in this blog.

LOOK. HARDER.

that is sooo sad :'(

"Go ahead and return. But remember; while you stand there yellow and clean, remember: I took you. My sperm still swims inside of you, wiggling deep inside. But by all means, go. Tell Ash. Go ahead. Tell him. I am sure he will understand. I'm sure nothing will change. When he finds out what happened. Who was crying under who. Struggling under who. Taking the dick. His favorite Pokemon. What will you tell him? What will you tell.... " Suddenly pulling away, unwinding his vines, Bulbasaur let the weeping, crying Pikachu free, standing hip deep in the stream. Wailing, Pikachu fled, struggling away through the water, feet slipping over the smooth, round rocks, burning under the horrible, echoing sound of Bulbasaur's triumphant, echoing laughter ripping through the trees...

for the love of Odin tell me that was copied and pasted and you didn't think and write that up yourself.