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Beans Malone
posted on 04-12-2002 @ 6:32 PM      
Psychopath
Registered: Mar. 02

First Time Cyber...
Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?

Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?

Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds. I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart. I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner...it smells funny.

Sweetheart: I want you. Would you like to screw me?

Wellhung: OK

Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom. There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.

Anyone want to add the next few Lines Try and Keep it CLEAN


Murder By Numbers Showtimes 1:30, 3:45, 5:55, 8:10, 10:10, 12:10.
rageparty
123...Not so bare anymore since I got a number underneath my name again
I also have an imaginary girlfriend.
posted on 04-12-2002 @ 7:36 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Aug. 01
Wellhung: Oh Yeah! That feels good, shit, that awsome! C'mon bitch, harder! Harder, Harder, HARDER BITCH, C'MON FUCK ME FUCK ME AHHHHH!!!!!11

That clean enough for yas? ;)




2002 Crack Committee Objectives:


1. 94 Wins and NL East Title by the Mets this year


2. Hate the Braves with a passion


3. All 5 Starters have winning records this year


4. Mets win World Series!!!

Beans Malone
posted on 04-12-2002 @ 7:51 PM      
Psychopath
Registered: Mar. 02

Sweetheart: My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
Rage I was thinking more in the line of...
WellHung: Yeah Baby work my weiner.


Rageparty yours was good so good infact lets have some hot male cyber man love.
Beans Malone: work that weiner rage!



Murder By Numbers Showtimes 1:30, 3:45, 5:55, 8:10, 10:10, 12:10.
rageparty
123...Not so bare anymore since I got a number underneath my name again
I also have an imaginary girlfriend.
posted on 04-12-2002 @ 8:05 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Aug. 01
Rageparty: I'm not gay, now put your clothes back on before I shoot you bitch! ;)




2002 Crack Committee Objectives:


1. 94 Wins and NL East Title by the Mets this year


2. Hate the Braves with a passion


3. All 5 Starters have winning records this year


4. Mets win World Series!!!

SeeYouNextTuesday
G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S.
Elite Ninja Gaiden Infiltration Unit
posted on 04-12-2002 @ 9:06 PM      
Psychopath
Registered: Feb. 01
Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.

Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.

Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands are trembling.

Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.

Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.

Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. The cool silk slides off my warm skin. I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.

Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse. I'm sorry.

Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.

Wellhung: I'll pay for it.

Sweetheart: Don't worry about it. I'm wearing a lacy black bra. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breathe harder and harder.

Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra. I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?

Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly. I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breast. My nipples are erect for you.

Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp

Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me.

Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat!

Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear.

Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breast are covered with spit and phlegm.

Sweetheart: What?

Wellhung: I'm so sorry; Really.

Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.

Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop

Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.

Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!

Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.

Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you...umm... wait a minute.

Sweetheart: What's the matter?

Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking.

Sweetheart: Are you OK?

Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red.

Sweetheart: Can I help?

Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?

Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.

Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.

Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.

Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.

Sweetheart: I'm on the bed aching for you.

Wellhung: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?

Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.

Wellhung: I found it.

Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly.

Wellhung: Me too.

Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately-our naked bodies pressing each other.

Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.

Sweetheart: Why don't you take off your glasses?

Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.

Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!

Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.

Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.

Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.

Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.

Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!

Sweetheart: What's the matter now?

Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.

Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.

Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put my...you know ...thing...in your...you know...woman's thing.

Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!

Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here.

Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!

Wellhung: I'm flaccid.

Sweetheart: What?

Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.
Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.

Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong.

Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.

Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.

Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes.

Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of your candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.

Sweetheart: Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser!

Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!
GAME OVER




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Tequila
Fez claims this land in the name of Portugal!
Why worry about the train if it never makes it around the tracks?? IrishAlkey wuz here!!!
posted on 04-12-2002 @ 9:39 PM      
O&A Board Veteran
Registered: Jan. 01
SYNT - someone was bored


LET’S GO ISLANDERS!!!!!

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Norton's Victim
posted on 04-12-2002 @ 9:53 PM      
Psychopath
Registered: Jan. 02
This story needs more rusty trombone and cowbell.



“The window burns to light the way back home. A light that warms no matter where they've gone. They're off to find the hero of the day. But what if they should fall by someone's wicked way. Still the window burns. Time so slowly turns. And someone there is sighing. Keepers of the flames. Do ya feel your name? Can't you hear your babies crying? Mama they try and break me. Still they try and break me. 'Scuze me while I tend to how I feel. These things return to me that still seem real. Now deservingly this easy chair. But the rocking stopped by wheels of despair. Don't want your aid. But the first I've make. For years can't hold or feel. No, I'm not all me. So please excuse me. While I tend to how I feel. But now the dreams and waking screams. That ever last the night. So build the wall, behind the crawl. And hide until it's light. So can you hear your babies cryin' now? Still the window burns. Time so slowly turns. And someone there is sighing. Keepers of the flames. Do ya feel your name? Can't you hear your babies crying?” - Metallica
"Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty." - John F. Kennedy, 1961
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posted on 04-12-2002 @ 10:26 PM      
Psychopath
Registered: Nov. 00
::fast foward to 5am::

Wellhung: Hey baby, wanna go another round?

Sweatheart: I'm not in the mood, isn't there something else you should do at this time? (sleep)

Wellhung: Good idea.
(Gets our of bed fully erect and heads down to daugthers room to get her "UP" for kindergarden)


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posted on 04-12-2002 @ 11:48 PM      
Psychopath
Registered: Feb. 01
Too much time? Nah... go through back issues of Playboy and see if you can find the entire original thing. Or type the first line by wellhung into Yahoo. :-p




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