fair player and people tell me he's good lookin

@Dick Tucker, I don't even know what the purpose of your post... @Donald Krunk, what is your problem? Just because I muted you, when you were using bad language? Very offending and you should rethink what you wrote. I hope your account will get deleted for that post.

Swingkid, Roll on thunder, shat on lightning, the days are long and the nights are frightening. But nothing matters anyway and that's the hell of it. Winter comes and the winds blow colder, some grow wiser but you just grew old but you never listened anyway and that's the hell of it. Good for nothing, bad in bed, nobody likes you & you're better off dead, goodbye. Goodbye. We've all come to say goodbye. Goodbye. GOODBYE. Goodbye. Born to hate, will die in vein, super destructive, you're hooked on pain, and though you record lingers on all of us will be glad when you're gone. If I could live half as worthlessly as you, I'm convinced I'd whined up burning too.

Swingerkid got his first taste for the homosexual dance lifestyle as young adult after watching Patrick Swayze perform in Dirty Dancing. While watching it repeatedly on VHS in his Dad's boyfriend's attic, Swingerkid would relentlessly practice his dance moves in the mirror between frantically jerking himself off while plunging his asshole with random objects he pulled from the rubbish bin. This daily ritual continued for nearly 15 years, all the while Swingerkid enjoyed a free education, furnished apartment, and wellfare thanks to the advanced Swedish social system. The Swedish social system even took care of his many doctor visits for such things as penile hematoma, ruptured anus, and prolapsed colon. Hooked on prescription pain meds along with a decreased libido and urge for deviance, Swingerkid hit a slump and pondered suicide. He gobbled up his last bits of chocolate and other other candies he bought using his welfare check, and crawled his pale ghastly sore-ridden anemic body towards his window. High off the pain meds and using the burst of energy from the sugar, he flung open the window and perched his bony ass with prolapse upon the window sill, like a disgusting disease ridden vulture ready to feast on decomposing flesh. His prolapsed colon hung from his ass and waived in the wind like a pink sock hanging from a clothesline before the cold breeze caused it to retract and twist into a fist sized ball against his anus. Swingerkid peered down at the street below him, cheerful Swedes and refugees walked about wondering how long the country could support such an altruistic and naive system, all the while Swingerkid felt empty inside. His whole life he never had to do anything or face any obstacles. He never felt hunger or had to struggle or strive for anything. He was empty inside. Just as Swingerkid was loosening his grip with his white claw like fingers with purple veins, he heard something. A faint but wild and ferocious trumpet sounded and an accompanying beat wiggled it's way to his ears. It was a clearly a Cuban beat, but the naive and complacent Swingerkid wouldn't have known that. But he did know that he LOVED it. He used his last burst of energy to roll backwards into the room flopping down onto his wood floor like a festering rope of spoiled sausage links. But that life-giving Cuban beat possessed him somehow, and he wiggled and squirmed his way to the source of that mysterious beat, his subsidized flat screen television sitting on his Ikea stand. Like a blind man having his sight for the first time, like finding an oasis in the desert, there it was before him on the television; Dirty Dancing 2: Havana Nights. Swinger kid pressed his frail index finger upon the remote as the television volume maxed out. He was completely enamored by the sweaty muscular black gentlemen and chiseled latino men girating and thrusting their toned bodies. Swingkid found a new purpose for his life and wondered where it had been for so long. Had only he known about Havana Nights sooner he thought. Swingkid was inspired, he HAD to know what else was out there waiting for him to discover. He pried open his sticky and crusty Macbook Air he was gifted for college. But today was going to be different. For the first time, he used his notebook computer for something other than gay porn or sex chat. He had to know if there was a Dirty Dancing 3. On the 11th day of his search, by chance he was lead to site full of the most toxic and depraved basement dwellers on the internet: Kdice. With a flaccid dick disappearing into his left palm, the television remote lodged somewhere in his lower intestines, and his right hand bonded to the track pad of his Macbook by bodily fluids, Swingerkid began clicking and clicking upon stacks of colorful dice. Today you will still find Swingerkid, postponing day by day his inevitable suicide, occupying his time and distracting himself from the dark hopeless despair of his meaningless existence, one kdice game at a time.

does not accept flags

Alright guy, gl

asshole

who the fuck r u, and why do u post negative reviews on me?i never pga wtf r u talking about?

its not fair

pge