longcat is.....
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rather short
loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong.
Formats rather shittily tbh.
That combo doesn't work if you are the OP you newfag
i miss old /b/.
Nude women dancing, slowly moving their bodies with the beats of the song. Every key change brought forth waves of orgasms from the women. They couldn't contain their dripping but they had to continue gyrating. Their hips would swing, their thighs would shake, and sweat would drip down their chest into their steadily moving cleavage. They weren't sure what they were doing here, all they knew, was that they'd been partying since 1984. It was 2014 now and their legs hurt, their stomachs rumbled with force, and their faces were covered in tear stained make-up.
i love long cat
A man in a dusty trenchcoat barged through the door. "Girls, I'm Gideon and I've been looking for you for twelve years." The girls couldn't stop dancing but they flashed a smile and a nipple at the man as they were grateful for him. He walked past them into a room that held that baddest dude in all of Harlem. "Hey Gideon, it's been, what, ten years since I've seen you?" Gideon chuckled slightly and clenched his fist, "It's been long enough."
Gideon was furious and tried to fling his wrist into the bad man, but was blocked immediately. In four seconds the bad man turned his chest inside out, ripping at all his various bits and chewing on the crunchy parts. Gideon called out, "Why is this happening?! I thought I had ahh- God's protection?" But nothing came, he slowly faded away on the floor of the bad man. Gideon was never a part of the story, he thought he was, but that was the point. He was only the starting point.
Also he motherfucking looked like this, how could you expect anything more?
Bad Man let out a small chuckle "I can't believe that worthless angel thought he could defeat me. I thought we were clear about what happens when a bear shits in the woods." A servant looked at Bad Man nervously and nodded, "Yes sir, you're right." Bad Man sat at his desk and began to file the papers for the next day. "There's something nice about having perpetual dancers that makes me feel good Slavin." Slavin looked at him nervously again, "Yes sir, yes you are right Mr Man sir." Bad Man looked into Slavin's eyes and with a friendly but commanding tone demanded "Please, call me Barry."