cont. from this thread"Guy's probably off getting wasted somewhere," Brodie said with a shrug. The hell if he knew whether or not the guy really WAS, but considering all of the other islanders who'd chosen to go that route at the party, it was a pretty safe bet. Or maybe he was off stabbing innocent people with wooden stakes or some shit. Whatever ( Read more... )

Well HALE-FUCKING-LUJAH. The time had come. After goddamn MONTHS and MONTHS of hobbling around the compound like he was Tiny Tim or some shit, Brodie Bruce was mobile. Sure, he wasn't one hundred percent yet, but that was beside the point here. Thanks to Doctor Hottie, the cast with the transformed DICK AND BALL DRAWING was gone, and his leg was ( Read more... )

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Contrary to popular belief, the worst part about having a broken leg wasn't the pain. Brodie'd dealt with pain before, and now he was kind of used to it. It was the kind of thing that you learned to live with when you'd asked as many chicks to show him their tits as he had ( Read more... )

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