Photos of people's faces when they see goatse for the first time (no, no links to the actual Image of Doom).
For the uninitiated, don't google goatse. Just don't. Trust me.
First goatse
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And if you do goatse...then for the love of ...whatever... do not Tubgirl or MrHands...because yes, it can get worse.
...and for those who might not have gotten all of the above hints...all of these are highly NSFW and nowhere near child-friendly...which is why we won't directly link to them.
Who am I kidding? Half of you have probably seen these numerous times...
...and for those who might not have gotten all of the above hints...all of these are highly NSFW and nowhere near child-friendly...which is why we won't directly link to them.
Who am I kidding? Half of you have probably seen these numerous times...
Insanity, another form of professionalism! - Myself
As sad as it might sound...it depends on the Ero Guro...
In that case you could add Bore hentai and tentacle rape (Urotsukidoji and La Blue Girl for instance...was originally a catagory of Ero Guro, however is now considered seperate due to it's popularity
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In that case you could add Bore hentai and tentacle rape (Urotsukidoji and La Blue Girl for instance...was originally a catagory of Ero Guro, however is now considered seperate due to it's popularity
).Insanity, another form of professionalism! - Myself
They aught to store pictures of S#%T like that in bars for people who want to stumble to their cars, and drive drunk. Quite sobering.
And here I could have something to match it, if not a picture, a story.
I recently shot a squirrel while out in the country; make that a small army of invading squirrels who wanted to raid our fruit trees. This one, though, I'd almost missed. When the squirrel felt a soft brush of hot lead, it fell out of the mulberry tree where gravity and mother earth caused the slice in it's side to burst open, a few entrails poking out. Being in survival-mode, it tried to run back up the tree, guts in tow, only to fall back down again and again. I covered the 80 or so feet up to it's struggling form amid the low growing vines, where it refused to hold still, and I discovered my gruesome error. Taking a few steps toward my looming form, the squirrel made a sad effort to hide itself amid the creeping green vines. At point-blank range, the rifle making only a thump as the brush and ground silenced its report; a clean hole was placed in the tree-rat's head.
Even though I'd been trained to shoot accurately and to have patients, I'd grown careless with my regular pest-control duties. If you hunt, or shoot regularly, please always, wait for a clear shot of for the chest, neck or spine. The neck on a small animal is a sure-kill with a .22. The chest a big maybe, but the neck snaps from a bullet's shockwave, or they bleed out very, very quickly. I thank the man who invented a scope, and I'll use one if I ever go deer hunting simply for mercy's sake alone.
And here I could have something to match it, if not a picture, a story.
I recently shot a squirrel while out in the country; make that a small army of invading squirrels who wanted to raid our fruit trees. This one, though, I'd almost missed. When the squirrel felt a soft brush of hot lead, it fell out of the mulberry tree where gravity and mother earth caused the slice in it's side to burst open, a few entrails poking out. Being in survival-mode, it tried to run back up the tree, guts in tow, only to fall back down again and again. I covered the 80 or so feet up to it's struggling form amid the low growing vines, where it refused to hold still, and I discovered my gruesome error. Taking a few steps toward my looming form, the squirrel made a sad effort to hide itself amid the creeping green vines. At point-blank range, the rifle making only a thump as the brush and ground silenced its report; a clean hole was placed in the tree-rat's head.
Even though I'd been trained to shoot accurately and to have patients, I'd grown careless with my regular pest-control duties. If you hunt, or shoot regularly, please always, wait for a clear shot of for the chest, neck or spine. The neck on a small animal is a sure-kill with a .22. The chest a big maybe, but the neck snaps from a bullet's shockwave, or they bleed out very, very quickly. I thank the man who invented a scope, and I'll use one if I ever go deer hunting simply for mercy's sake alone.