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Venus55

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Idea for a New Movie Script:


“Cannibequeers Quest”


“After suffering horrifically, the debilitating effects of a plethora of emotional injuries purposely inflicted upon him in callous & unprovoked attacks by a mysterious, younger, female newcomer to the rollitup forum, the highly respected & infinitely aged “pillar” of the online cannabis consumption community, takes it upon himself to decree a one man holy war, (read plus 2 ever present, tag along, similarly decrepit, trusty “yes men” keyboard warrior sidekick trolls), upon thy enemy, the foul temptress, Venus, who so brazenly a fronted cq’s online forum dictatorship.


Such was the insipid personal nature and severity of these attacks by said newcomer, it is unsure if Cannibequeer will ever fully recover to his once former, glorious, miserable self.


The newcomers attacks however, consisting primarily, in the uploading of semi naked photos of herself, to completely unrelated topics of interest to Cannibequeers own, served as a kind of insidious, premeditated infiltration of Cq’s persona, to dissolve him from within like a malignant cancer.


As his lifes hour glass fights its last futile, seemingly hopeless battle against its natural sworn foe - gravity, the last few remaining grains of sand sit precariously perched, ready for the inevitable final descent into nothingness. He will be forever remembered by the internet however, in the back pages of some stoners online handbag club, but only if someone searches for “can I be”, or “queer”, or both.


It can be argued, that these seemingly innocent actions, on behalf of the newcomer, became the source of ignition or point of origin, for the inception of Cannibequeers online “Holy War” upon thy devilled temptress.


Cannibequeers undying belief in his own verbal quick draw capabilities, spur him on to fulfilling his self proclaimed prophecy in life, and serve to reinforce his self importance, as he masterfully parades his highly adept, wizard like control, over the feeble English language. He wields but mere words before him, for all to see on their screens. A literary demi god, whose powers spawn from the misery of those he chooses to unleash his alliteration assassinations upon.


Folk lore has it he carries a well weathered, trusty thesaurus, to aid in the flexing of ones “literary muscle” and “next level wordsmith abilities”, for the silent ovations and internet adulations of fan boys and girls alike, so they may swoon over his prowess of prose and rain “likes” upon it, countless likes from all 4 corners of this vast and formidable forum


Even though he is in his rapidly diminishing, twilight phase of this, his earthly life, he is time rich, being physically impotent and essentially immobile due to excessive ageing, he can serve no useful productive purpose, for any reason, leaving him in a “Stephen Hawkings-Esque” state, able to spend each and every hour, of everyday on rollitup retorts and replies, carefully constructed, highly polished, laser guided, literary surgical precision.”


The final chapter in this epic tale of cq is as of yet, unwritten, but I believe it would build in a crescendo of ever increasing bullying and stalking of the fowl she beast temptresses who dared to post semi-clad photos of themselves. All of the bullying ultimately tempted karma too far, and finally it would have its wicked way with him.


A tremendous lightning bolt strikes his
most prized possession, a fairytale sized giant “Jack and the Beanstalk-esque” Cannabis Sativa, whose main trunk measures 10 feet across, it reaches skywards from his lawn and disappears into the clouds above. A branch the size of a bus falls off the gigantic stoners bush, and plummets toward the roof of cq’s humble abode, tearing through his roof with haste, crushing cq and ending his life in an instant.


The wicked plot twist revealed at the end of this epic tale happens when the final scene cuts to the aftermath of this execution by karma of biblical proportions, and the audience sees the crushed lifeless body of cq draped in a bloody mess over the remnants of his favourite office chair, sitting in front of his laptop screen which is somehow still partially working, but flickering on and off randomly, like a misbehaving street light, alone in the dark. And what was it that was flickering on the screen in front of cqs pulverised corpse? None other than a slideshow of Venus55’s semi-nude uploads, on an endless repeat cycle, flickering, eerily in the darkness.


In the final scenes it is revealed, much to the surprise of the audience, that cqs most adored past time, or rather, his uncontrollable addiction or fetish, whilst alone in his dank, simple office, was to stroke his once formidable, but now only flaccid penis to images of Venus’ body, until ultimately it ended his miserable existence , earthly presence and online stain....


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cannabineer

cannabineer

Ursus marijanus
Venus55 said:
Idea for a New Movie Script:


“Cannibequeers Quest”


“After suffering horrifically, the debilitating effects of a plethora of emotional injuries purposely inflicted upon him in callous & unprovoked attacks by a mysterious, younger, female newcomer to the rollitup forum, the highly respected & infinitely aged “pillar” of the online cannabis consumption community, takes it upon himself to decree a one man holy war, (read plus 2 ever present, tag along, similarly decrepit, trusty “yes men” keyboard warrior sidekick trolls), upon thy enemy, the foul temptress, Venus, who so brazenly a fronted cq’s online forum dictatorship.


Such was the insipid personal nature and severity of these attacks by said newcomer, it is unsure if Cannibequeer will ever fully recover to his once former, glorious, miserable self.


The newcomers attacks however, consisting primarily, in the uploading of semi naked photos of herself, to completely unrelated topics of interest to Cannibequeers own, served as a kind of insidious, premeditated infiltration of Cq’s persona, to dissolve him from within like a malignant cancer.


As his lifes hour glass fights its last futile, seemingly hopeless battle against its natural sworn foe - gravity, the last few remaining grains of sand sit precariously perched, ready for the inevitable final descent into nothingness. He will be forever remembered by the internet however, in the back pages of some stoners online handbag club, but only if someone searches for “can I be”, or “queer”, or both.


It can be argued, that these seemingly innocent actions, on behalf of the newcomer, became the source of ignition or point of origin, for the inception of Cannibequeers online “Holy War” upon thy devilled temptress.


Cannibequeers undying belief in his own verbal quick draw capabilities, spur him on to fulfilling his self proclaimed prophecy in life, and serve to reinforce his self importance, as he masterfully parades his highly adept, wizard like control, over the feeble English language. He wields but mere words before him, for all to see on their screens. A literary demi god, whose powers spawn from the misery of those he chooses to unleash his alliteration assassinations upon.


Folk lore has it he carries a well weathered, trusty thesaurus, to aid in the flexing of ones “literary muscle” and “next level wordsmith abilities”, for the silent ovations and internet adulations of fan boys and girls alike, so they may swoon over his prowess of prose and rain “likes” upon it, countless likes from all 4 corners of this vast and formidable forum


Even though he is in his rapidly diminishing, twilight phase of this, his earthly life, he is time rich, being physically impotent and essentially immobile due to excessive ageing, he can serve no useful productive purpose, for any reason, leaving him in a “Stephen Hawkings-Esque” state, able to spend each and every hour, of everyday on rollitup retorts and replies, carefully constructed, highly polished, laser guided, literary surgical precision.”


The final chapter in this epic tale of cq is as of yet, unwritten, but I believe it would build in a crescendo of ever increasing bullying and stalking of the fowl she beast temptresses who dared to post semi-clad photos of themselves. All of the bullying ultimately tempted karma too far, and finally it would have its wicked way with him.


A tremendous lightning bolt strikes his
most prized possession, a fairytale sized giant “Jack and the Beanstalk-esque” Cannabis Sativa, whose main trunk measures 10 feet across, it reaches skywards from his lawn and disappears into the clouds above. A branch the size of a bus falls off the gigantic stoners bush, and plummets toward the roof of cq’s humble abode, tearing through his roof with haste, crushing cq and ending his life in an instant.


The wicked plot twist revealed at the end of this epic tale happens when the final scene cuts to the aftermath of this execution by karma of biblical proportions, and the audience sees the crushed lifeless body of cq draped in a bloody mess over the remnants of his favourite office chair, sitting in front of his laptop screen which is somehow still partially working, but flickering on and off randomly, like a misbehaving street light, alone in the dark. And what was it that was flickering on the screen in front of cqs pulverised corpse? None other than a slideshow of Venus55’s semi-nude uploads, on an endless repeat cycle, flickering, eerily in the darkness.


In the final scenes it is revealed, much to the surprise of the audience, that cqs most adored past time, or rather, his uncontrollable addiction or fetish, whilst alone in his dank, simple office, was to stroke his once formidable, but now only flaccid penis to images of Venus’ body, until ultimately it ended his miserable existence , earthly presence and online stain....


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So this is the spiritual serenity that marks today's evolved, feministic adult. I am simply in awe.
 
Bob Zmuda

Bob Zmuda

Well-Known Member
Venus55 said:
Idea for a New Movie Script:


“Cannibequeers Quest”


“After suffering horrifically, the debilitating effects of a plethora of emotional injuries purposely inflicted upon him in callous & unprovoked attacks by a mysterious, younger, female newcomer to the rollitup forum, the highly respected & infinitely aged “pillar” of the online cannabis consumption community, takes it upon himself to decree a one man holy war, (read plus 2 ever present, tag along, similarly decrepit, trusty “yes men” keyboard warrior sidekick trolls), upon thy enemy, the foul temptress, Venus, who so brazenly a fronted cq’s online forum dictatorship.


Such was the insipid personal nature and severity of these attacks by said newcomer, it is unsure if Cannibequeer will ever fully recover to his once former, glorious, miserable self.


The newcomers attacks however, consisting primarily, in the uploading of semi naked photos of herself, to completely unrelated topics of interest to Cannibequeers own, served as a kind of insidious, premeditated infiltration of Cq’s persona, to dissolve him from within like a malignant cancer.


As his lifes hour glass fights its last futile, seemingly hopeless battle against its natural sworn foe - gravity, the last few remaining grains of sand sit precariously perched, ready for the inevitable final descent into nothingness. He will be forever remembered by the internet however, in the back pages of some stoners online handbag club, but only if someone searches for “can I be”, or “queer”, or both.


It can be argued, that these seemingly innocent actions, on behalf of the newcomer, became the source of ignition or point of origin, for the inception of Cannibequeers online “Holy War” upon thy devilled temptress.


Cannibequeers undying belief in his own verbal quick draw capabilities, spur him on to fulfilling his self proclaimed prophecy in life, and serve to reinforce his self importance, as he masterfully parades his highly adept, wizard like control, over the feeble English language. He wields but mere words before him, for all to see on their screens. A literary demi god, whose powers spawn from the misery of those he chooses to unleash his alliteration assassinations upon.


Folk lore has it he carries a well weathered, trusty thesaurus, to aid in the flexing of ones “literary muscle” and “next level wordsmith abilities”, for the silent ovations and internet adulations of fan boys and girls alike, so they may swoon over his prowess of prose and rain “likes” upon it, countless likes from all 4 corners of this vast and formidable forum


Even though he is in his rapidly diminishing, twilight phase of this, his earthly life, he is time rich, being physically impotent and essentially immobile due to excessive ageing, he can serve no useful productive purpose, for any reason, leaving him in a “Stephen Hawkings-Esque” state, able to spend each and every hour, of everyday on rollitup retorts and replies, carefully constructed, highly polished, laser guided, literary surgical precision.”


The final chapter in this epic tale of cq is as of yet, unwritten, but I believe it would build in a crescendo of ever increasing bullying and stalking of the fowl she beast temptresses who dared to post semi-clad photos of themselves. All of the bullying ultimately tempted karma too far, and finally it would have its wicked way with him.


A tremendous lightning bolt strikes his
most prized possession, a fairytale sized giant “Jack and the Beanstalk-esque” Cannabis Sativa, whose main trunk measures 10 feet across, it reaches skywards from his lawn and disappears into the clouds above. A branch the size of a bus falls off the gigantic stoners bush, and plummets toward the roof of cq’s humble abode, tearing through his roof with haste, crushing cq and ending his life in an instant.


The wicked plot twist revealed at the end of this epic tale happens when the final scene cuts to the aftermath of this execution by karma of biblical proportions, and the audience sees the crushed lifeless body of cq draped in a bloody mess over the remnants of his favourite office chair, sitting in front of his laptop screen which is somehow still partially working, but flickering on and off randomly, like a misbehaving street light, alone in the dark. And what was it that was flickering on the screen in front of cqs pulverised corpse? None other than a slideshow of Venus55’s semi-nude uploads, on an endless repeat cycle, flickering, eerily in the darkness.


In the final scenes it is revealed, much to the surprise of the audience, that cqs most adored past time, or rather, his uncontrollable addiction or fetish, whilst alone in his dank, simple office, was to stroke his once formidable, but now only flaccid penis to images of Venus’ body, until ultimately it ended his miserable existence , earthly presence and online stain....


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You know no ones gonna read that right?

But holy mothafuckin wall of melty butthurt. I have never seen someone so affected by the interwebz.

You're fuckin NUTS lady. (Or most likely dude)
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Indacouch

Indacouch

Well-Known Member
Venus55 said:
Idea for a New Movie Script:


“Cannibequeers Quest”


“After suffering horrifically, the debilitating effects of a plethora of emotional injuries purposely inflicted upon him in callous & unprovoked attacks by a mysterious, younger, female newcomer to the rollitup forum, the highly respected & infinitely aged “pillar” of the online cannabis consumption community, takes it upon himself to decree a one man holy war, (read plus 2 ever present, tag along, similarly decrepit, trusty “yes men” keyboard warrior sidekick trolls), upon thy enemy, the foul temptress, Venus, who so brazenly a fronted cq’s online forum dictatorship.


Such was the insipid personal nature and severity of these attacks by said newcomer, it is unsure if Cannibequeer will ever fully recover to his once former, glorious, miserable self.


The newcomers attacks however, consisting primarily, in the uploading of semi naked photos of herself, to completely unrelated topics of interest to Cannibequeers own, served as a kind of insidious, premeditated infiltration of Cq’s persona, to dissolve him from within like a malignant cancer.


As his lifes hour glass fights its last futile, seemingly hopeless battle against its natural sworn foe - gravity, the last few remaining grains of sand sit precariously perched, ready for the inevitable final descent into nothingness. He will be forever remembered by the internet however, in the back pages of some stoners online handbag club, but only if someone searches for “can I be”, or “queer”, or both.


It can be argued, that these seemingly innocent actions, on behalf of the newcomer, became the source of ignition or point of origin, for the inception of Cannibequeers online “Holy War” upon thy devilled temptress.


Cannibequeers undying belief in his own verbal quick draw capabilities, spur him on to fulfilling his self proclaimed prophecy in life, and serve to reinforce his self importance, as he masterfully parades his highly adept, wizard like control, over the feeble English language. He wields but mere words before him, for all to see on their screens. A literary demi god, whose powers spawn from the misery of those he chooses to unleash his alliteration assassinations upon.


Folk lore has it he carries a well weathered, trusty thesaurus, to aid in the flexing of ones “literary muscle” and “next level wordsmith abilities”, for the silent ovations and internet adulations of fan boys and girls alike, so they may swoon over his prowess of prose and rain “likes” upon it, countless likes from all 4 corners of this vast and formidable forum


Even though he is in his rapidly diminishing, twilight phase of this, his earthly life, he is time rich, being physically impotent and essentially immobile due to excessive ageing, he can serve no useful productive purpose, for any reason, leaving him in a “Stephen Hawkings-Esque” state, able to spend each and every hour, of everyday on rollitup retorts and replies, carefully constructed, highly polished, laser guided, literary surgical precision.”


The final chapter in this epic tale of cq is as of yet, unwritten, but I believe it would build in a crescendo of ever increasing bullying and stalking of the fowl she beast temptresses who dared to post semi-clad photos of themselves. All of the bullying ultimately tempted karma too far, and finally it would have its wicked way with him.


A tremendous lightning bolt strikes his
most prized possession, a fairytale sized giant “Jack and the Beanstalk-esque” Cannabis Sativa, whose main trunk measures 10 feet across, it reaches skywards from his lawn and disappears into the clouds above. A branch the size of a bus falls off the gigantic stoners bush, and plummets toward the roof of cq’s humble abode, tearing through his roof with haste, crushing cq and ending his life in an instant.


The wicked plot twist revealed at the end of this epic tale happens when the final scene cuts to the aftermath of this execution by karma of biblical proportions, and the audience sees the crushed lifeless body of cq draped in a bloody mess over the remnants of his favourite office chair, sitting in front of his laptop screen which is somehow still partially working, but flickering on and off randomly, like a misbehaving street light, alone in the dark. And what was it that was flickering on the screen in front of cqs pulverised corpse? None other than a slideshow of Venus55’s semi-nude uploads, on an endless repeat cycle, flickering, eerily in the darkness.


In the final scenes it is revealed, much to the surprise of the audience, that cqs most adored past time, or rather, his uncontrollable addiction or fetish, whilst alone in his dank, simple office, was to stroke his once formidable, but now only flaccid penis to images of Venus’ body, until ultimately it ended his miserable existence , earthly presence and online stain....


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I didn't even read that because....


Saggy tits


But judging from the length of it.




























TRIGGERED!!!
 
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