Fri_PS_Battle_122105
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- ********
link credit to v3.
have fun!
- -sputnik-0
omg that is the BEST photo for a PS battle, but i am slammed and probably can't do anything til the afternoon.
dammit!!!!
- ********0
no worries, we'll keep this running during the rest of the week, incl. xmas!
it's an early battle since i assume many people will have the day off this friday..
- e-pill0
i cant open the pic.
today is tuesday.
- jevad0
awesome
- ********0
1.6 mb.
wednesday here.
- e-pill0
i cant open the pic!!
- mg330
I would have figured that we'd use a pic with a Christmas theme.
But Tucker is promising.
- ********0
- mg330
Tucker says: "Santa, you knew just what I wanted!"
- ********0
haha!
- gruntt0
nice. is his email address listed on the fox or nbc news site (can't remember where he moved to)? we should email him a link to this thread on christmas eve.
- version30
if this thread grows and we get alot of submissions, i'll host them all and we can send the email
- mg330
Tucker's head tilts back, he feels a surge of endorphins from head to toe. His eyes, closed tight in the moment, produce a dazzling array of stars, bright flashes of light, and quick pulses of excitement akin to a child at his first carnival fill his body.
Tucker's toes start to twitch - however eccentric he may be, he is like most humans; his body chugs along with standard orgasmic operating procedure.
Tucker begins to call out "Oh, oh, oh..." but suddenly in the throes of lust and passion he remembers the golden rule of D.C. political journalism: The walls have ears, everywhere, everyday.
"Best control myself," whispers Tucker, to himself.
Yet the surge of sexual lightning bolts pulse yet again throughout his body. His manhood is bursting at the seams. It is as if Mt. Kilauea, Mt. Etna, and Mt. St. Helens have channeled their strength and fury directly into Tucker's central nervous system, and his body has positioned itself in such a way that, when he erupts, the climax of passion will be equivelent to one million Hiroshimas.
Tucker braces himself. He has lost all control, and his body is at the mercy of nature and fate. There is truly no turning back, and he holds back for mere nanoseconds so that the pleasure will be that much more awesome.And it happens. Tucker explodes. His eyes roll back into his head, over, and over, and over, resembling a slot machine. His face is flushed. His palms are sweating profusely, and he expects that temporary paralysis will soon take over his body.
Yet in that brain of his, that magnificent, always ready for a political quip brain he knows his hardcore viewers depend on each night, a statement, or rather, a talking point, is processed and prepared for the masses. Tucker knows he cannot disclose this statement, oh, no. But in a moment of complete and utter sexual exhaustion, Tucker forgets how the walls see and hear all in Washington.
And Tucker speaks:
- ********0
omg, v3, then he may sue you! or do some really nasty republican-like trix to you!
- version30
I WANNA BE ON THE NEWS!!!!
I'll be the NT martyr!
- mg330
I'm sad. :( I figured that after I returned from my hour lunch, at least one of you would have told me you laughed so hard you puked.
- ********0
hahahhaha, wish i could join now. got lots of freelance shit to get done before tomorrow.. it will be late night again.. :/
- version30
youve got time before friday janne
i expect to see at least 13 out of you by then :)
- toulouz0
"Tucker braces himself. He has lost all control, and his body is at the mercy of nature and fate. There is truly no turning back, and he holds back for mere nanoseconds so that the pleasure will be that much more awesome."
