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The Tale of the Dondatard

sbyler | 31 January, 2006 20:47

The Tale of the Donatard

Well I have meet some crazy fucked up people in my life, and I am sure that most of you have too, but let me tell you about the leader of the bunch...

Donavan

My tale of this crack whore fuck face starts with this sentence, “ok Shane we are going to have a temporary roommate who is a mess.”  Little did I know that the word mess was completely wrong.

 Mess
N. 
1. A disorderly or dirty accumulation, heap, or jumble
A. A cluttered, untidy, usually dirty condition
B. A confused, troubling, or embarrassing condition; a muddle
C. One that is in such a condition

That is the definition of mess.....

 in this mans case I believe the meaning is
Mess
N.
1. One who is incapable of thinking speaking cleaning dressing small talk and growing hair (on his head that is)
A. One whose main goal in life is the fuck everything up
B. trash in a mobile state
C. filth that has the ability picks up old nasty men and gathers small sums of money.
With that said lets start the tale,
Once apron a time there was a happy little family of gay men living kind of happy in an old house in St Petersburg Fl, otherwise known as Swaying Palms. One day a cracked out fairy decided to cast and evil spell on the house, the spell brought the donnatard monster into the happy lives of two highly developed gay men.
Ok I know what your thinking if anyone is a mess it’s the guys that is writing this bog…well let me tell you that I think that I my still be recovering from the plague that was in my home.
With the evil monster in the home happy days were gone along with all forms of sanity.  The D-tard walked around house with the same pair of old smelly black boxerbriffs, harassing the poor inhabitants by sucking on hotdogs in sexual ways, placing his rubber penis in the bathroom as if it was china in a china cabinet. 
He filled there yard with cigarette butts, and even proceeded to burn the boys potted plants.  Finally the boys had enough, and the one decided to make a stand after he was awoken to loud country music at 8:30 in the morning, he even trended punching the beast in the mouth. The oldest of the poor tortured boys feel under the monsters spell and started to stand up for the D-tard.  “Oh what will we do?!!”
Finally after almost a month of rude comments and being told he was not wanted in there house the spell the D-tard placed on the elder chief was broken and the chief kicked his sorry ass to the street were trash is at peace. 
Ok now that I have entertained you with my tale of the evil donnatard, I hope you learned the nature of this crazy beast, and if one day one of these things comes to your door pretending to sell girl scoot cookies, you’ll know to burn it with something if you smoke get you lighting turn the beast around and catch its fur on fire…
Until next time much love
Sugar Shane
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Re: The Tale of the Dondatard

johnny | 31/01/2006, 21:07

that is wonderful and entertaining. :-D

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