14 Nov 14, 12:37AM
After confirming that all parasites have been terminated Britney told me I could officially lift quarantine.
Today will be known as The Day Of The Beatings - where my Brazilian friends will be beaten for bringing in all these parasites.
I entered the Brazilian barracks with 5 beating sticks. I had Britney lock the door behind me and told him to beat anyone who tried to escape.
My shouts and their screams could be heard through the whole camp as I beat those parasite carrying little putas.
"You dogs bring crab into Mastas camp?!" WHACK!, WHACK!, WHACK!,
"You bring in hopping crab that get on Mastas nut?!" WHIP! WHIP! CRACK!
"You no disinfect before you get on my plane?!" WHACK!, WHACK!
"You will learn to keep your nut clean or face Mastas stick!!" CRACK!, CRACK!
I broke all my sticks I took in with me and had to have britney handing me new ones through a slightly open window one after the other. I Lined them all up for a planned systematic beating, but after they saw the first beating they all ran and scattered, climbing on bunks and trying to climb the walls like wild baboons.
"If you run Masta beat you harder!!!" I yell. They no listen. I had to chase each one down for his beating.
Britney yelled into me, that a few of them were clean when they arrived, but I was out of control and I beat them all just to be sure.
PI_Flint volunteered his services to conduct some of the beatings and I sent him to beat the two manly looking Russian women who arrived with pubic crabs. (One of them I secretly suspect is Marti) They have both had cadaver nut sacks transplanted onto them and Dr. Waffles had already started them on high doses of testosterone, so quite honestly, I was a little scared of them and passed them two off to Flint:
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After about two hours I had to come out for a break. Like a boxer in his corner, Britney sat me on a small stool and squirted cool water into my mouth and over my sweaty head. He toweled off my sweat and after a few minutes of rest and rehydration I went back in to finish. I beat them all at least two times and broke 23 beating sticks on them.
That should teach them all about sack hygiene and britney will follow up with the proper use of the Axe Ball Detailer.
I will give them today to rest. Tomorrow training will begin.
I think you are indeed in my camp. I have my eye on you.
Today will be known as The Day Of The Beatings - where my Brazilian friends will be beaten for bringing in all these parasites.
I entered the Brazilian barracks with 5 beating sticks. I had Britney lock the door behind me and told him to beat anyone who tried to escape.
My shouts and their screams could be heard through the whole camp as I beat those parasite carrying little putas.
"You dogs bring crab into Mastas camp?!" WHACK!, WHACK!, WHACK!,
"You bring in hopping crab that get on Mastas nut?!" WHIP! WHIP! CRACK!
"You no disinfect before you get on my plane?!" WHACK!, WHACK!
"You will learn to keep your nut clean or face Mastas stick!!" CRACK!, CRACK!
I broke all my sticks I took in with me and had to have britney handing me new ones through a slightly open window one after the other. I Lined them all up for a planned systematic beating, but after they saw the first beating they all ran and scattered, climbing on bunks and trying to climb the walls like wild baboons.
"If you run Masta beat you harder!!!" I yell. They no listen. I had to chase each one down for his beating.
Britney yelled into me, that a few of them were clean when they arrived, but I was out of control and I beat them all just to be sure.
PI_Flint volunteered his services to conduct some of the beatings and I sent him to beat the two manly looking Russian women who arrived with pubic crabs. (One of them I secretly suspect is Marti) They have both had cadaver nut sacks transplanted onto them and Dr. Waffles had already started them on high doses of testosterone, so quite honestly, I was a little scared of them and passed them two off to Flint:
After about two hours I had to come out for a break. Like a boxer in his corner, Britney sat me on a small stool and squirted cool water into my mouth and over my sweaty head. He toweled off my sweat and after a few minutes of rest and rehydration I went back in to finish. I beat them all at least two times and broke 23 beating sticks on them.
That should teach them all about sack hygiene and britney will follow up with the proper use of the Axe Ball Detailer.
I will give them today to rest. Tomorrow training will begin.
(06 Nov 14, 12:11AM)Marti Wrote: Then maybe i am at your camp, or maybe i am not, you will have to find out yourself
I think you are indeed in my camp. I have my eye on you.