I have a big weiner.

I didn't like the fancy chicken friday idea, but you are pushing it to far.

Ear-resistible? Ear-ritating is more like it. And how exactly does one make chocolate from hollow milk?

Those wonderful ears
Those magical eyes
I want to nibble your chocolate thighs
Although you're confection
You're the height of perfection
The summit of chocolate so pure
You make me feel randy
You big hunk o' candy
I feel nothing for you but amour
While I drop my zipper
Avoid Norm's wood chipper
And I'll probe your brown hollow core!

Nice. But, ewwwwwww.... seriously. Still nice though.

Well, this is Perversion Tracker, after all.
At leat I didn't use the "p" word!

Am I mistaken or is Boris on Viagra?

you all crazy pigdogs... wos wiv de bunny dildo it melt no?

I think we all should form a new club called the "Dead Bunny Guts Society". We can go to the pet store to buy a trunk full of little fluffy bunny rabbits and then go into the back woods with a guitar and shotgun with plenty of buckshot and open the trunk and yell, "Yee Haw, it's bunny guts time!" ... BANG ... BANG ... BANG ... BANG ... BANG ... BANG ... BANG ... BANG! We can then sit down and recite haiku about bunny gut splatter upon our faces.

Yup, more and more childish.

Ya know, if you make it so that people can't just post anonymously, the quality of the posts will go up significantly, the kiddies will go home, and PvT *may* just have a chance of having some significance.

Signifi-WHAT?

Seriously, if you're looking for hard-hitting discussion, you won't find it in our comments section. May I suggest StickUpMyAssTracker.com? It has oodles of highly significant serious commentary about a wide variety of bland topics.

Love,

Ladd

Mmmhmm.

You want hard hitting discussion, I'll give you hard hitting discussion!

Mr. "The Enforcer" and Mr. "Goin' Home..." should stop off at their local butt bruising place and have the local drunk check to see if they got wood chipper burns. All bunny rabbits should die horrible slow deaths in a crock pot. Puke is such a terrible thing to waste; one must conserve it as much as possible. Has anyone seen my turd lately, I seem to be missing one. Oh BTW, sex with a rotating set of knives seems to not work as well as I originally thought. How many PvT comments does it take to confuse Mr. "The Enforcer" and Mr. "Goin' Home..."? Hell, they have sex with baseball bats, so what else needs to be said in this regard?

Now, those were comments significance! I just had a bazillon people trod through knee deep crap. Quite an accomplishment don't you think? Was that hard hitting enough for you?

...Damn, I forgot to mention the word tits in a grammatically correct sentence...shit.

I had a nice day today.

Well, not really, but the weather was pleasant.

So anyway, I was just wondering: shouldn't Dutch people be eating 'dark' chocolate? It really is better, isn't it, don't you think? I think it's better. Dark chocolate, yum!

Oh, yes! Toodles! Penis!

This site has as much significance as putting a penis on a submarine.

I, for one, like it that way. If I want significance, I'll go pound sand in your ass.

Boris:

Do not ask for whom the Van Tols.

It tolls for thee.

I had something to add here but would be a waste of time.
Oh sorry.
A grammatically tits correct sentence.

What are you staring at? I'm dead! Get over it! I have.

Nuclear powered submarines were an essential part of my master theory to create the ultimate underwater species. My original plan involved whale sharks and Polaris missile boats, but the sharks proved to be resistant to the usual Navy mating ploy of booze plus a sailor's hat. Thus, our major effort devolved to outfitting a Los Angeles attack sub with an enormous prosthesis, backed by a human gene reservoir that it took me weeks to fill. As an additional lure, the prow was decorated in a gala Hawaiian theme, while the sonar played out a really righteous selection of Barry White's greatest hits.

While we failed in our attempts to procure a usable cepheid-submarine hybrid, we did indeed establish a new protocol for determining pressure and impact rigging on the Los Angeles- class underwater vehicles. The loss of crew was regrettable, although I personally assume no responsibility for any errors in the approach or 'fore-play' aspects of the mission.

What the fuck kind of monitor is that bunny laying eggs on?

OK, I'll try harder to fit in here.

I have a big weiner.

Penis.

There. Wow, I feel so much better now. Goddamn, that's a fucking hoot.

hey Goin' Home:

One of the coolest things about allowing anonymous posting is that I can pretend to be other people (like you) and have you say things like, "I like eating bunny guts after I've stabbed them with sharpened turds, blasted them with a shotgun, and run them through my woodchipper." And people will think you're really wierd and avoid you at cocktail parties and Mouseketeer reunions. Then I can make you say, "I think Hilary Duff is hot and I hope Justin Timberlake drops his pants at the next Superbowl." And all kinds of hilarious stuff like that.

I would like to point out that before I assumed the responsibilities as master wood chipper, I used to work in a chocolate bunny factory. I was lead bunny sculptor and I was very good at my craft and I always met my quota. I won numerous awards for my work. I would still be working there today except that a medical condition forced me to quite and seek other means of gainful employment. For those of you seeking to becoming a chocolate bunny sculptor, the secrete is to have plenty of fiber in your diet to give your creations that chewy texture. It also helps to practice extruding techniques in the squatting position. Remember, amateurs grunt when making chocolate bunnies, so be a pro and just push it out with a smile on your face and a cheerful word to your coworkers. Also, no masturbating while on the job (it is just showing off and there is no reason to whank off your coworkers). Making chocolate bunnies is not as shitty as it sounds and after a while, it is actually quite enjoyable.

I have nothing to add.

Dear Nick,

I feel for your situation in that you have nothing to "add". I know what it is like to run out of numbers.. Would you like to borrow some of my numbers so that you add them together? Please choose from any these numbers.

4
72
466
99
12
5029
69

Maybe the first nice thing Norm has ever done. Cheers, Norm.

I can add again, I can add again, good God almighty I can add again.

MMMM... Crunchy chocolate rabbits "If we took the bones out it wouldn't be crunchy would it?"

Speaking of rabbits and bakeries.
Did you ever notice that those discount cinnamon raisin bun outlets always have a collections of rabbits out back in pens that are suspiciously devoid of rabbit turds.
A grammatically penis correct sentence.

Hi Everyone,

I am wondering what factory Norm worked at and if they would like to make chocolate Ron Jeremy Bunnies?Bet it would be a hit with the ladies.But-How owuld they mold all my chest hair?

Cheers,
Ron

Dear Ron Jeremy,

Let me get this straight. You want a pile of shit molded in your image with fiberglass sprayed all over it to give it a touch of realism? What do you got, shit for brains? May I suggest you take Norm's self mutilating wood chipper class and then go jump in a wood chipper while masturbating. That way we could say to you, "Go fuck yourself and jump in a wood chipper."

P.S. I think the ladies would be physically gaging if you handed them a pile of shit with fiberglass all over it.

Why did "Norm" refer to himself in the third person? This stinks of an imposter.

Why did 'Norm' misspell gagging?

Yes. The word "gaging" as in "to gage" just doesn't fit. Excellent observation, Mr. Are Belong To Us.

ron
you forgot about your back hair.
and what in the hell is this extends bulls**T

maybe extends refers to the hair extensions on Mr. Jeremy's back

badger