the vynsane asylum

I am your mother.

Wow. That explains a lot, and makes this pretty damned creepy.

<blockquote id="quote"><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica" id="quote">quote:<hr height="1" noshade id="quote"><i>Originally posted by Slicker</i>
<br />And Mrs. Funtime you had better be fucking busy with more than the damn laundry. I expect you to be busy putting my hot meal on the table, baking pies, cleaning the house, and <i><b>suckin' my weiner when I want.</b></i><hr height="1" noshade id="quote"></font id="quote"></blockquote id="quote">I mean, I knew your mom was a ho, but that's just nasty, man.

Slicker and Mrs. Funtime are DOOMED!!!

Well, shit, I guess that means either Rogue II or myself are your daddy. Rogue II got first crack at that poon, and I got sloppy seconds. I like sloppy seconds.

That you did, arnaky. That you did.

However, that was far too recent for you to be Slicker's father. I'm referring to years ago, long before I met Roy, when I was in high school. I had a good friend named Gregor Flantdig, and the two of us used to watch cartoons at his house after band practice. One day, He-Man was on, and we were swept away on a wave of passion.

Soon after, Gregor's family moved away, and a few months after that, I gave birth to a slightly retarded baby boy. Being unable to raise the child myself, I gave him up for adoption. But I always kept tabs on him.

I kept this dark secret from Roy, but was not thorough in covering my tracks. How do you think he found this site?

About a month ago, I ran into Gregor at the grocery store. He was upset, having recently lost his son, Robin, in some sort of accident that he said involved a Latverian tyrant. I wasn't clear on the details, but it reminded me that life is too short.

Slicker, I don't want to lose you the way Gregor lost his son, your half-brother, Robin S Flantdig.

Bitch I will kill you

Let me have a crack at tappin' dat ass first.

wOW, sLICKER, YOUR MOM IS A HO EITHER WAY YOU LOOK AT IT! i'M JUST GLAD YOUR DADDY IS TOO!

YOUR A LIAR AND CONFUSED! I REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO SLICKER LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY, BECAUSE IT ISN'T EVERY DAY THAT YOUR WALKING DOWN THE STREET AND A BABY JUST POPS OUT. IT WAS A QUICK LABOR, AND IT MADE ME GLAD MY PUSS WAS SO ENORMOUS, SO I WENT AND BANGED A FEW PORNO THEATERS FULL OF OLD MEN SO THE NEXT ONE COULD COME OUT EVEN EASYER.

OF COURSE IT DOESNT MEAN I WOULDN'T GIVE YOU THE HOTTEST GIRL-ON-GIRL TIME YOU DONE EVER HAD. I'LL SHOW YOU A REAL FUN TIME, BABBY.

It's turning into a zoo here. A real fucking zoo.

What the fuck, how did the whore get the link?

I PULLED IT UP ON YOU'RE COMPUTER AFTER GIVING YOU THE MONSTER FUCKING OF YOU'RE YOUNG LIFE!

Mrs Funtime wrote:That you did, arnaky. That you did.

However, that was far too recent for you to be Slicker's father. I'm referring to years ago, long before I met Roy, when I was in high school. I had a good friend named Gregor Flantdig, and the two of us used to watch cartoons at his house after band practice. One day, He-Man was on, and we were swept away on a wave of passion.

Soon after, Gregor's family moved away, and a few months after that, I gave birth to a slightly retarded baby boy. Being unable to raise the child myself, I gave him up for adoption. But I always kept tabs on him.

I kept this dark secret from Roy, but was not thorough in covering my tracks. How do you think he found this site?

About a month ago, I ran into Gregor at the grocery store. He was upset, having recently lost his son, Robin, in some sort of accident that he said involved a Latverian tyrant. I wasn't clear on the details, but it reminded me that life is too short.

Slicker, I don't want to lose you the way Gregor lost his son, your half-brother, Robin S Flantdig.

What fresh hell?!! Gregor inadvertantly adopted his own secret love child?

See people? This is what happens you purchase children for sex under the guise of adoption. You end up fucking your own retarded bastard kid. This is why you should always adopt young Thai girls. They are easy to train, don't make noise when you keep them chained in the cellar, and you don't have to worry if it's your own damn kid...

No, I thought the boy was Slicker. But it wasn't. See, I named the baby that Gregor and I conceived Nick, and he was adopted by a young couple from Michigan. When I tracked them down, I figured that their son Nick was the baby I birthed lo those many years ago.

I have since learned that they already had a son named Nick and didn't want the confusion of two kids named Nick, so they renamed the adopted son Adam.

So I guess I should instead say:

CaptainSolo1138, I am your mother.