Topic: Where is James "Rimbo" Marks?
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Hai Rimbo!
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­Everyone is Rimbo!


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. said: I could have gone on to college and become a lawyer or a nurse had I not crossed path with Rimbo. Thanks for ruining my life!
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FIFTEEN MUTHA FUCKING PAGES OF RIMBO FAIL
:morecowbell::canada::horsie::canada::morecowbell:


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. said: FIFTEEN MUTHA FUCKING PAGES OF RIMBO FAIL
:morecowbell::canada::horsie::canada::morecowbell:

­Not seeing it.


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. said: FIFTEEN MUTHA FUCKING PAGES OF RIMBO FAIL
:morecowbell::canada::horsie::canada::morecowbell:

­Not seeing it.

But you do see a pair of hobo asscheeks :snicker:


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Failure!


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Is Rimbo still working in gay porn shoots as "Director of Photography"?


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 . said: Is Rimbo still working in gay porn shoots as "Director of Photography"?



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I was trying to get a private shoot for my daughter. We had a strained relationship. She was a cheerleader. Through a friend of a friend I got word of an artist who was the real thing: A natural light master who extensively modified his pure work with Photoshop and filters. I called him and he slurred a bit but we settled on $77. I said no to candid shots. After all she’s 16.

We drove to his studio. The highway was filled with “have you seen me” billboards. Young women smiling against cheap supermarket backgrounds. Young men who obviously had or would struggle with their sexuality. There also was a billboard with catlike eyes staring down.

When We arrived at the studio, more or an overgrown lot with a shack that looked like an Eli Roth filming location, James was affable enough. He gave me “the tour,” including a single dusty room with a stark white chair. I saw reddish brown stains on the chair and he said his cats had their periods. Apparently cats sync “like every other worthless creature with a front hole,” he said.

He reverently accepted the crisp envelope with $77. His eyes looked bloodshot and teary. I wondered when he last had a solid meal. I want to show you something, he said, something that shows you modest means don’t belie talent, and that my vision makes me a Gatsby if you will.

James opened some floorboards that were nailed to form a makeshift cellar entrance. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness and dank odors below, I saw a solitary figure. I almost died. I saw the cataract encrusted eyes of a toothless, aged black man. He was in his late 60s, wearing a beaded flapper dress, feather boa, and cloche hat.

“I’s be Daisy,” the hobo croaked.


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Another Cinco de Mayo has already come and gone this week, but not without a Mexican student instructing Americans in USA Today not to celebrate by engaging in racially-offensive activities, such as shortening the word guacamole and purchasing ponchos. 



The self-appointed authority on how Americans should conduct themselves while celebrating the highly Americanized Cinco de Mayo holiday is Dani Marrero, a Mexican student who grew up in Texas and currently attends college in Boston. 

After criticizing American versions of salsa ("just smashed tomatoes and disappointment") and accusing Americans of using May 5 each year as "an excuse for excessive drinking and cultural appropriation," Marrero tells readers to avoid "four activities" during their "fiestas" - a word she continually puts in quotes, as if Americans don't know how to throw a rollicking party. 

"Don't buy sombreros, ponchos or fake mustaches" is Marrero's first proclamation. "We have said time and time again," she writes, speaking for 122.3 million Mexicans and some 12.5 Mexican immigrants. "Our culture is not for you to create costumes out of."


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OP clearly still wants to have James cum all over his fat face, stained with tears of shame and regret.

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 . said: Like what? 


Something like keep a shitty 2nd rate, spinoff bbs around to occupy a bunch of loser nobody autistic shut ins, so that their misery and pedo tendencies are refined to one message board, instead of spreading their antisocial tendencies into mainstream society? 

Oh, if there were only a place where such simpletons and the marginally talented  cubicle dwelling betas of the world could congregate and upload pictures of half naked ladies to ogle  over... Oh wait!
Http://f2bbs.com

You're welcome, you fucking loser

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. said: OP clearly still wants to have James cum all over his fat face, stained with tears of shame and regret.

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:emma: OP owned!


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 . said: OP clearly still wants to have James cum all over his fat face, stained with tears of shame and regret.

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:emma: OP owned!

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I love gangbang scenes where the guys just stand around waiting their turn while trying to keep themselves hard.  So pathetic.  So hawt!

:hammertime:


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. said: I love gangbang scenes where the guys just stand around waiting their turn while trying to keep themselves hard.  So pathetic.  So hawt!

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ESPECIALLY WHEN THE TREVS HAVE FAT FUCKING COCQUES!  

:hammertime:


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Life loser, Rimbo is...
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.emo_t said:
. said: I love gangbang scenes where the guys just stand around waiting their turn while trying to keep themselves hard.  So pathetic.  So hawt!

:hammertime:

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ESPECIALLY WHEN THE TREVS HAVE FAT FUCKING COCQUES!  

:hammertime:

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:potd: TO THE :potd: TO THE :potd: :potd: :potd:


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Pope Francis celebrated Mass at the Casa Santa Marta on Friday highlighting the need for believers to be true Christians and shun appearances.


Taking his cue from the Book of the prophet Isaiah, Pope Francis condemned all forms of hypocrisy and explained the difference there is between objective and formal reality.

Formal reality, the Pope said, is an expression of objective reality, but the two must proceed together, or else we end up living an existence of “appearances”, a life “without truth”.  

Show joy while doing penance

The simplicity of appearances, he continued, should be rediscovered especially in this Lenten period, as we practice fasting, almsgiving and prayer.
Christians, the Pope said, should show joy while doing penance. They should be generous with those in need without “blasting their trumpets”; they should address the Father in an intimate manner, without seeking the admiration of others.

During Jesus’s time, he explained, this was evident in the behavior of the Pharisee and the publican; today Catholics feel they are “just” because they belong to such an “association” or because they go to Mass every Sunday, they feel they are better than others.

“Those who seek appearances never recognize themselves as sinners, and if you say to them:  ‘you too are a sinner! We are all sinners’ they become righteous”, the Pope said, and try to show themselves “as a perfect little picture, all appearances”. When there is this difference between reality and appearances, he added, “the Lord uses the adjective: Hypocrite”.

The hypocrisy of everyday life

Each individual is tempted by hypocrisy, Pope Francis said, and the period that leads us to Easter can be an opportunity to recognize our inconsistencies, to identify the layers of make-up we may have applied to “hide reality”.

“Young people”, he said, “are not impressed by those who put on appearances and then do not behave accordingly, especially when this hypocrisy is worn by whom he described as “religion professionals”. The Lord, he said, asks for coherence.

“Many Christians, even Catholics, who call themselves practicing Catholics, exploit people!” he said.
So often, the Pope continued, they humiliate and exploit their workers sending them home at the beginning of summer and taking them back at the end so they are not entitled to a pension.

“Many of them call themselves Catholics, they go to Mass on Sundays... but this is what they do”. This kind of behavior, he said, is a mortal sin!

A simple soul

The Pope concluded his homily inviting the faithful to rediscover the beauty of simplicity, of reality that “must be one with appearance” during this time of Lent.


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I always wondered who the audience for those gangbang scenes is. It looks like a gay geological excursion. That’s why I determined Rocco Siffredi is a fag. He has access to endless, gorgeous Euro sluts. Then he only fucks them in the ass while five of his sweaty friends either stand around stroking off or filling her other holes. Kind of like how bssie spends her Friday nights.


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. said: I was trying to get a private shoot for my daughter. We had a strained relationship. She was a cheerleader. Through a friend of a friend I got word of an artist who was the real thing: A natural light master who extensively modified his pure work with Photoshop and filters. I called him and he slurred a bit but we settled on $77. I said no to candid shots. After all she’s 16.

We drove to his studio. The highway was filled with “have you seen me” billboards. Young women smiling against cheap supermarket backgrounds. Young men who obviously had or would struggle with their sexuality. There also was a billboard with catlike eyes staring down.

When We arrived at the studio, more or an overgrown lot with a shack that looked like an Eli Roth filming location, James was affable enough. He gave me “the tour,” including a single dusty room with a stark white chair. I saw reddish brown stains on the chair and he said his cats had their periods. Apparently cats sync “like every other worthless creature with a front hole,” he said.

He reverently accepted the crisp envelope with $77. His eyes looked bloodshot and teary. I wondered when he last had a solid meal. I want to show you something, he said, something that shows you modest means don’t belie talent, and that my vision makes me a Gatsby if you will.

James opened some floorboards that were nailed to form a makeshift cellar entrance. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness and dank odors below, I saw a solitary figure. I almost died. I saw the cataract encrusted eyes of a toothless, aged black man. He was in his late 60s, wearing a beaded flapper dress, feather boa, and cloche hat.

“I’s be Daisy,” the hobo croaked.

:potd:

:potd:

:potd:

:hammertime:


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. said: I was trying to get a private shoot for my daughter. We had a strained relationship. She was a cheerleader. Through a friend of a friend I got word of an artist who was the real thing: A natural light master who extensively modified his pure work with Photoshop and filters. I called him and he slurred a bit but we settled on $77. I said no to candid shots. After all she’s 16.

We drove to his studio. The highway was filled with “have you seen me” billboards. Young women smiling against cheap supermarket backgrounds. Young men who obviously had or would struggle with their sexuality. There also was a billboard with catlike eyes staring down.

When We arrived at the studio, more or an overgrown lot with a shack that looked like an Eli Roth filming location, James was affable enough. He gave me “the tour,” including a single dusty room with a stark white chair. I saw reddish brown stains on the chair and he said his cats had their periods. Apparently cats sync “like every other worthless creature with a front hole,” he said.

He reverently accepted the crisp envelope with $77. His eyes looked bloodshot and teary. I wondered when he last had a solid meal. I want to show you something, he said, something that shows you modest means don’t belie talent, and that my vision makes me a Gatsby if you will.

James opened some floorboards that were nailed to form a makeshift cellar entrance. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness and dank odors below, I saw a solitary figure. I almost died. I saw the cataract encrusted eyes of a toothless, aged black man. He was in his late 60s, wearing a beaded flapper dress, feather boa, and cloche hat.

“I’s be Daisy,” the hobo croaked.
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.emo_t said:
. said: I love gangbang scenes where the guys just stand around waiting their turn while trying to keep themselves hard.  So pathetic.  So hawt!

:hammertime:

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ESPECIALLY WHEN THE TREVS HAVE FAT FUCKING COCQUES!  

:hammertime:

SO TRUE!  

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. said: I love gangbang scenes where the guys just stand around waiting their turn while trying to keep themselves hard.  So pathetic.  So hawt!

:hammertime:

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I've often jacked to that.  Cum everywhere! 

Whytes S/F/O

:potd:

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. said: I was trying to get a private shoot for my daughter. We had a strained relationship. She was a cheerleader. Through a friend of a friend I got word of an artist who was the real thing: A natural light master who extensively modified his pure work with Photoshop and filters. I called him and he slurred a bit but we settled on $77. I said no to candid shots. After all she’s 16.

We drove to his studio. The highway was filled with “have you seen me” billboards. Young women smiling against cheap supermarket backgrounds. Young men who obviously had or would struggle with their sexuality. There also was a billboard with catlike eyes staring down.

When We arrived at the studio, more or an overgrown lot with a shack that looked like an Eli Roth filming location, James was affable enough. He gave me “the tour,” including a single dusty room with a stark white chair. I saw reddish brown stains on the chair and he said his cats had their periods. Apparently cats sync “like every other worthless creature with a front hole,” he said.

He reverently accepted the crisp envelope with $77. His eyes looked bloodshot and teary. I wondered when he last had a solid meal. I want to show you something, he said, something that shows you modest means don’t belie talent, and that my vision makes me a Gatsby if you will.

James opened some floorboards that were nailed to form a makeshift cellar entrance. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness and dank odors below, I saw a solitary figure. I almost died. I saw the cataract encrusted eyes of a toothless, aged black man. He was in his late 60s, wearing a beaded flapper dress, feather boa, and cloche hat.

“I’s be Daisy,” the hobo croaked.


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