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[Nah nah nah Gta 6]

Complaining on GTA Forums needs a cooldown

 

From this:

http://gtaforums.com/topic/829158-suicide-needs-a-cool-down/page-2

[ten-a-penny]

 

Complaining on GTA Forums needs a cooldown

 

From this:

http://gtaforums.com/topic/829158-suicide-needs-a-cool-down/page-2

lmao

 

Been in that thread too.

[RedDagger]

Someone has found the obvious solution to the current issues:

 

 

only thing they have to do is train all those milions of syrian refugees that are in europe in camps on a military level, lock them in there for 6 months, deport them back to syria, trow them all random guns and knifes and tell them to fight for their country now they have the power instead of running away from it, and all that after having their finger prints.

everyone under 16 shoud be kept in those camps for a year and then be also send back to syria again

any of the trainees that returns back to europe shoud get killed.

thats how the russians kinda did it at stallingrad....crude, but efective.

 

also maybe it woud be nice to close those european borders and it woud sertainly be usefull to let that idiotic dictator have his sh*tty country back, just for the sake of fighting IS together with russia

after that they can always still chose to betray him aftterwards if they realy want it

 

 

This is quite possibly the most idiotic thing I've ever seen. Newsflash- the people committing attacks like these aren't asylum seekers, they're typically French or other European nationals of North African or Middle Eastern descent. So tell me, how is punishing asylum seekers for the actions of domestic citizens a viable response?

of course, they flee from war and sh*t

its not meant as a punishment at all to be fair, but seriously, whenever i read about refugees i cant help to think we are considered some sort of heaven.

the problem is not gonna go away on its own without going to the source and fighting that

and why waste milions on resources on letting those people live here if we coud always send them back to fight for their country ?

 

the only thing i see is an potential army thats wasted

 

of course there are still many refugees that have nothing to do with syria and the sh*t that is happening there, but at the moment i beleve most refugees are coming from that place and lived there no ?

 

also its about demoralizing people, currently is recruits weak minded individuals that somewhere lost hope in a sertain period of their life and search for a reason to live again

i woud say recruit those those people, talk to them, try to convince them, manipulate them..... and let them fight....against IS

and give them something crazy like a reward of 100 000 euro or something if they go to there only armed with a pistol and 2 10 round magazines

chances are they are never gonna be able to claim that sh*t anyhow.

 

and yea, thats propaganda and cruelty but realy, same thing has been done in the past

manipulate the weak minded young people to fight for you before the enemy convinces them to fight for them, try to move the battle to the sh*thole called syria as much as posible to spare the western countries, close the borders to anyone that wants to enter europe, set up millitary camps to train every refugee for a war and everything shoud stay decent enough

 

also it does not matter if this woud last thousand years, were not running out of people anytime soon anyhow.....also doing that woud make only for dead idiots, normal people woud be saved.

 

whatever you say, middle east is a hellhole, let all idiots without any use that are atracted to glory and loads of virgins in the afterlife go to there and burn or either fix their own sh*t

hell, i woud offer free tickets to that place.

just try to make it hard for them to return

Edited November 14, 2015 by RedDagger

[DarkSavageDeathlyCloud]

whatever you say, middle east is a hellhole, let all idiots without any use that are atracted to glory and loads of virgins in the afterlife go to there and burn or either fix their own sh*t

hell, i woud offer free tickets to that place.

just try to make it hard for them to return

[trip]

^

I think you misunderstand the flavor of this thread.

[sivispacem]

There's no right of reply in QN, but thanks for proving his point.

[ten-a-penny]

Ah Sivispacem, you never cease to amaze me.

 

 

Whatever happened to Slamman

He committed forum suicide by merely existing.

[D9fred95]

 

It's like trying to take on an aircraft carrier when your only weapon is a two foot long pink floppy dildo.

It wouldn't be the first time.

 

[Arachne]

I found this on the "5th garage/property" thread

 

Next update - "You can now buy a 5th apartment!"

Week after update - "We want a 6th apartment!"

And so, the cycle continues...

Edited November 17, 2015 by Arachne

[LightningLord]

I don't even play GTA V/Online anymore, so lol go figure

 

Testarossa, here's your gift. I hope you love it <3

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[PhillBellic]

This 'Member Mash';

I feel like Mr.Scratch should Blaze my RedDagger and try not to "trip" over the Android device while stepping in my ////AMG SL500

[Ai®a©ob®a]

 

*I think the concept of "gay for pay" is both laughable and pathetic...

Very laughable because it's straight Guy's excuse for gay sex and they do it cause they know it pays more lol

 

 

I don't think it's stupid. I'm completely hetero, but sh*t, cash is cash.

Cash is the key here though Mariwn... don't take a check.

 

Seriously.... f*cking biggest mistake of my life...

That's because I told you to wait a couple of days before cashing it so I could get enough funds in my account.

[Ciaran]

 

using imagination, I come to butt plugs

 

Using selective editing, I lol.http://gtaforums.com/topic/479389-post-your-most-recent-purchase/?p=1068186004

[Gnocchi Flip Flops]

 

This 'Member Mash';

I feel like Mr.Scratch should Blaze my RedDagger and try not to "trip" over the Android device while stepping in my ////AMG SL500 to race a 612 Scaglietti

 

FTFY

[TheOneLibertonian]

B Dawg

''Ha-Ha-Coochie-koo''

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Posted 19 hours ago

Max Payne, on 17 Nov 2015 - 10:12 AM, said:

OT: I prefer Trevor over Tommy V.

When Midnight Hitman is done with you, your name will be Max Pain.

Edited November 19, 2015 by Diamond Dogs

[The Dedito Gae]

Stop quoting me faggits

[Officer620]

I'm not sure what to make of this one. Can't quite make out if Arachne is being genuine or taking the mickey...

What if trevor was the host of a popular children televison program??

 

 

 

Cheers!

[PhillBellic]

That is confusing. What thread did he post it in? What made him post that?

That was Posted in the GTA Memes Topic. As to your latter question, I can't offer much in the way of Answers.

[RedDagger]

That is confusing. What thread did he post it in? What made him post that?

Just a note, you can click the arrow in the top-right corner of a quote to find the source.

[CodeRedBruh]

Damn, GTAF got serious talent.

 

 

 

OK, you guys bumped it, and the dire result is more Karen fanfiction

 

 

Remember that this thread is about showing Karen the love, and that the original request was for 18+ fanfiction about Karen. The intent is to deliver on this request, so be warned that this chapter may contain a few paragraphs of (gasp!!) "adult" material. If you're not old enough to buy GTAV, hit the "Back" button now.

 

If you dont mind (or if you actually enjoy) brief but explicit descriptions of acts of love, I hope you have fun reading these parts.

 

On the other hand, if sinful and immoral sections of prose offend you, feel free to read them twice, to ensure that you are sufficiently indignant to write a proper rant You have been warned.

 

 

 

Karen CHAPTER 7: Life with Karen, Part 1 (Living Happily Ever After)

 

Note: These events follow from CHAPTER 6

 

 

The next night after Karen and I arrived here at Ineseno Road, when the drug lord owner of our beach house was coming up to Chumash Pier in his sailboat, with his two turncoat bodyguards, we watched the whole thing from the roof, as Karen had told me we would. It was a little before midnight. Karen and I lay prone on the roof, side by side on a comfy quilt, looking out toward the pier. She was observing the whole operation through her sniper scope, with the rifle resting on a small bipod, and its silencer and muzzle flash suppressor adding even more length to what was already an extremely long gun barrel. I was using the spotting scope, while she quietly narrated the action for me.

 

The last party on the beach below us was still huddling around the remains of their campfire, the partiers having pretty much quieted down and turned to making out with each other, or for the third wheels in the group, just slumping in their beach chairs, in a drunken doze. The sparse traffic on Ineseno Road went past, oblivious. We couldnt be easily seen from GOH. So overall, our roof was a pretty good place for a night op.

 

Karen had positioned the sniper rifle so it was mostly hidden behind the roof air conditioner unit next to her. She had an app on her phone that was being fed by a night vision camera aimed behind us, at the one house on the other side of GOH that was able to see our rooftop, and at the hill behind that house. Karen told me that the app had a motion sensing algorithm, so if anything moved or changed in the nighttime scene behind us, it would alert her.

 

Another couple of apps on her phone were tied into the high tech security system in the beach house, which would send alerts if there were any sensor alarms or camera movement in or near the house. The phone could receive the all the external and internal camera feeds from the house's security system, as well. She had it all covered.

 

The op went down just like she said, exactly according to plan. The sailboat motored toward the pier, in the moonlight. When it got maybe 100 yards from the pier, through the scopes, we saw the drug lord get whacked on the head and pushed out by one of the bodyguards, followed by the resulting man overboard commotion, and the scrambling attempt to start circling back in the boat. The target was in the water, maybe 80 feet from the boat, as they were bringing it about.

 

Then, right on cue, the young agent in the Speedophile suddenly appeared, blasting through the pilings from the north side of the pier at full speed, no lights, and in an extremely unfortunate accident , the hull of the Speedophile collided with the skull of the still groggy drug lord, who was bobbing in the water with the help of his life vest. Crrraaaack!!!!

 

A few seconds later, through the scopes, we saw multiple muzzle flashes from one of the bodyguards pistols, appearing to shoot at the Speedophile rider, and heard the distant shots about half a second later. The rider tumbled off into the water, as planned, and the unmanned, kinked Speedophile headed on out to sea. Piloted by the other bodyguard, the sailboat kept circling around, with the bodyguards apparently making a good faith effort to find their dead boss, but somehow, after a while, it seemed he was not floating on the surface anymore.

 

Nothing else appeared to happen, but Karen stayed silent and kept intently viewing the scene through her sniper scope. After about 10 minutes, her phone, lying on the quilt between us, buzzed as it received a text message, just one word, done. Just like the PowerPoint, Karen smiled.

 

She said the kid had swum back to the Chumash Pier underwater, using the rebreather, and then surfaced to send the text message using an old-school flip phone in a clear plastic watertight electronics bag, that he had previously lashed to one of the pilings, below the low tide line.

 

Karen set the stock of the sniper rifle aside, against the air conditioner unit, and then she turned toward me, and smiled at me in the moonlight. Like I said, O.P., welcome to our new home, she purred, quietly and happily. Karen was genuinely happy, and I could tell that she was in the mood to celebrate. I'm guessing that this kind of action gets her hot. She pulled me close, and we did some beautifully sensual, sloppy kissing, hugging, squeezing, grinding and groping on the quilt, so wonderful in the moonlight and the cool night air, with the sound of the ocean waves in the background. Then Karen pulled back just a tiny bit, looked in my eyes warmly, stroked my cheek and whispered, O. P. lets take this downstairs to bed. Im soooo in looooovvvve

 

 

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Karen and I have been living at the beach house on Ineseno Road for about three weeks now. We're getting kind of a routine or a lifestyle rhythm going. Karen still goes off to do field work, or to her office work in downtown Los Santos, but she has been back to the house, most nights; no big project at the moment. She still does some computer work and tactical comms stuff from a high-tech desk in her bedroom, when she is here in the evening. And after her work is done . its time to get down.

 

This has been the most wonderful time of my life! We've made love so wonderfully ... sigh ... It's been ecstasy ... I'm just beyond words ... I officially love Karen Daniels ... and what a lover she is!!! A real Cosmo woman. She knows all the tricks, and she likes being so soft and sexy, knowing just what she wants in love, all while being the same Karen-in-charge -- a perfect storm of sensual femininity and confident feminism. She lets me know that I satisfy her, and as she told me at the Paleto safehouse, how nice it is to spend time with someone she can trust, in her real life. Wow! My impressions of Karen at our first meeting in Vespucci Beach were right on! Sighhhhh ....

 

Sometimes, as part of the pillow talk, I have learned more about Karen's work. It's ... interesting ... to say the least. Keeping the world safe for the good guys. Karen clearly loves her work.

 

I've been getting the groceries and keeping everything in order, still in my "housesitting" role here on Ineseno Road, but sometimes we do the cooking together --though Karen is better at it than I am damn, she's good at everything! She has some worldly tastes in food, so I make the rounds to the international markets in Los Santos sometimes, to get some exotic or gourmet ingredients. We dont go out together to the many restaurants in the Pacific Bluffs and Banham Canyon area, like other couples would, because Karen wants to keep me off the radar of any surveillance that may be tracking her, just avoiding unnecessary public association. But by myself, I can stop at some of these restaurants, to take out for us.

 

I still go up to the Paleto Bay safehouse a couple of times a week, to keep it fresh and make sure everything is stable, uncluttered and untouched, and to make it look a bit lived-in. Also, I fit in better up there, than Karen does. As part of the opsec routine, I bought a rusty old Rebel that I keep outside the garage there at Paleto, so its less easy to determine casually if no one is at the house, and I drive the Rebel around Paleto for errands when Im up there, since it allows me to avoid using my Sabre Turbo in the Paleto neighborhood just less exposure connecting a car from out of town, with my activity there.

 

My Rusty Rebel at the Procopio Drive safehouse

 

 

 

Karen told me not to simply drive straight up GOH to Paleto, but instead to take the long way to get there and back, using a variety of routes, opsec to further avoid casual connection between our new home and the safehouse. So, my detour routes to Paleto sometimes include heading south on GOH, to Los Santos, which I do as part of the shopping routine. It's great for me, since I use this as an excuse to open up my sweet Sabre Turbo out on the mountain roads and Route 68. What a blast! I'm also using the opportunity to pick up an occasional bottle of wine from the Marlowe Vineyards reserve, when I drive by.

 

Last Thursday, after dinner, as kind of a date, Karen and I headed northeast across the map in my Sabre Turbo, planning to do a day hike on Mt Gordo the next day. Its a long drive over there, so we took her tent, and camped overnight on the cliffside meadow at the Mt Gordo trailhead, some distance past the lighthouse. We made sweet love under the stars, and spooned and squirmed together the rest of the night in our zip-together sleeping bags, inside the tent.

 

The campground at Mt Gordo trailhead

 

 

 

Starting at dawn, Karen and I hiked the Mt Gordo Trail, all the way to the peak and back down whew, that was a good days activity, both cardio and total exertion, more than 20,000 steps, and plenty of elevation gain. Im in pretty good shape, but Karen is even better. Wow, what a woman!

 

 

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On Saturday morning, I got up a little late, since I didnt think that Karen was going to go to work downtown. Karen wasnt in bed, so I figured that she was already up and doing something. But she wasnt at her bedroom desk. I walked down the stairs to see if she was there and ... Mother. of. god. (gasp) ... what a sight!!! Karen was doing naked yoga [ naked !!!! ] on a yoga mat in the middle of the living room, with the beautiful view out to the ocean, through the glass double doors. She was facing the ocean, but she had bent over forward, holding some kind of pose, with her hands and her toes on the mat, her beautiful ass in the air, her breasts round and firm. Holy mother of god ... and she was *naked*.

 

Karen's yoga pose when I walked downstairs:

 

 

 

Her yoga explained a lot, in retrospect, because Karen was amazingly limber in bed. I thought it was just stretching exercises. But now I see where Karen gets her strength, as well. O my god . Wow!! Did I mention that she was **naked**???? Her breasts, her legs, her ass, her curves, her face, her hair, her feet perfectly on pointe, the exquisite arch of her back -- Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Im in looooooovvvvveeee

 

I wasnt wearing shoes when I descended the stairs, so it was possible Karen had not heard me, though I know her hearing is excellent. For a couple of seconds, my jaw was on the floor mentally, if not physically, as I stood there, utterly transfixed. Time was simultaneously instant, and infinite. Then, she transitioned to a handstand, on her forearms and elbows, slowly and totally gracefully, with amazing strength and balance, as she uncurled, to raise her legs up in the air, over her head. This scene was heaven on earth, gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. Did I remember to mention that she was naked?? o my god ...

 

Karen's forearm handstand pose:

 

 

 

I went into full male reflex, with absolutely no conscious thought, and within another two seconds, without even being aware I had moved, I was right there, on my knees, with my hands cupped around Karens butt cheeks, and my mouth locked on her vagina, my tongue trying to thrust its way into her. O god, Karens taste, her scent, her warmth, the mind-blowing sensuality of her flesh, her slight reflex of apparent surprise, when I touched her!!!! Ecstasy!!!! Still in her perfectly balanced forearm handstand, Karen spread her legs. I sucked her clitoris, then sucked her vagina, with all my force.

 

My tongue was deep into her, thrusting and exploring, as I continued to suck her vagina, her wetness mixing with my saliva. Karen bucked ever so slightly, in response to my ministrations of love. She made the tiniest gasping sound, a restrained female expression of the pleasure of love, the most poignant sound I have ever heard. I wanted to use my fingers to strum her G-spot, which I know drives her wild, but both of my hands were full, tightly squeezing her ass cheeks, to push her vagina hard against my mouth and lips. With my tongue, I could feel her contracting her vagina , stimulating herself inside, taking on the role of my fingers should have had.

 

I was turned on like crazy, but all that mattered to me at this moment was Karen's absolute pleasure. I felt the deepest and most profound sense of wanting to give everything, every moment, every thought, everything I had ever wanted in life, to Karen, deriving from the privilege and the pleasure that had ascended in me, to love her in this way.

 

I kept licking her, and pulled at her labia with my lips, knowing every single fold of her vagina. My tongue thrust deeply, again. Im good at this. From the way she was subtly bucking, and flexing her pelvic muscles, and the sound of her breathing, I could tell that she was close. I put more pressure on her pubic mound with my chin, as I sucked her clit rhythmically, at the same rate she was contracting her vaginal muscles. I could feel her starting to shiver, straining with ecstasy. My tongue continued to lap and tickle her erect, straining, pulsating clit, as I sucked her, hard.

 

Then I felt Karen let go, unleashing her orgasm, as goosebumps immediately rose on her inner thighs. Karen's vagina contracted, again and again, as she made that sweet, quiet, beautiful little female gasp of orgasmic ecstasy with each breath. Karen's buttocks tightened and thrust with all of her power, in the tight grip of my hands, extreme isometrics of her toned muscle against muscle, giving herself over completely to la petite mort.

 

I continued to suck her and lick her rhythmically, until her orgasmic contractions finally subsided, and then I kissed her vagina, her clit, her pubic mound and her inner thighs, again and again, barely beginning to reduce the strength of my grip on her ass cheeks, as her muscles began to relax with her afterglow. I never wanted to leave this moment, this totally immersive sensory overload of my dear Karen, her incredibly intimate taste, touch, scent, sound, and sight.

 

"O god," Karen sighed, as she caught a breath. It finally occurred to me that breathing was probably not the easiest thing for her to do, upside down in a handstand on her elbows, with her neck arched fully back, in a yoga stress pose like this. But I think the pose actually made it more intense for her. "F*****ckkkkk," she whispered, in a drawn-out, exhaling breath.

 

After another 20 or 30 seconds, as Karen recovered a bit more, she started to curl her legs back toward me, again with sublime, controlled grace and strength. Letting go of her ass, I moved back about 4 feet, and she further arched her back, more than I thought was even possible, to maintain her balance on her forearms as she curled her thighs and pelvis toward me, descending. Her feet and her toes, arching with graceful, perfect curves, lowered to touch the yoga mat, on pointe, just like she began, so she ended the pose with her unbelievably beautiful ass in the air again [ oh. my. f*cking. god. ], just her toes and her hands touching the mat, in an exceedingly beautiful and superior variation on the downward dog (I learned this yoga term from some dipsh*t video game, the Sims, or something).

 

Then Karen broke the pose, and her beautiful breasts bounced and moved, as she quickly flipped over, to gracefully sit down on the yoga mat, cross-legged. Did I mention that she was naked?? Naked???? My god, I could not take my eyes off her.

 

"Oh, that was a good one," Karen sighed, as she exhaled a full breath of air. She paused to catch another breath, then said, "Dammit, O. P., ... you completely ruined my concentration ... whewwww," she exhaled, " ... don't do that again ... *unless* I ask you to ..." She paused, still recovering and regaining her composure. "And I probably will," she added, with an intimate and purposeful look at me, flashing her beautiful, Karen-in-control smile, full of love in her eyes, that made me feel warm all over.

 

Now that the supercharged orgasmic atmosphere in the room was starting to dissipate a bit, returning to something resembling normal life, Karen looked down at herself, and kind of realized that she was butt-naked, sitting cross-legged on the yoga mat, as her horn-dog lover, O. P. Lovelorn, stood there in the bright living room, gaping open-mouthed at her, totally dumbfounded, with a rock hard boner pushing his boxer shorts outward like the nose of a nuclear submarine. Quite a scene, out of context. Karen smiled, wryly.

 

Then she looked up to me and asked, "You want me to do you? Looks like you need it." She smiled with a most mischievous and sexy look. She was ready to drive me crazy. To get her revenge.

 

I was horny as hell, but I was so overwhelmed with the immersive, erotic experience I had just shared with Karen, it somehow felt to me, that for her to get me off now, would actually detract from the memory of this incredible, magic moment, for both of us. I had been plenty horny before, with my unrequited thoughts of Karen, blue balls in the Paleto house for days, hoping she would be back, after we kissed the first time. So I knew well, what its like to abstain for a while.

 

Even though my body was ready, and it would probably be half an hour before my dick could fit back in my pants, I decided to savor this memory, and experience this powerful, potent feeling of pulling back from the edge. This kind of post-tantric, emotional, erotic high can last all day. Plus, Ill nail her tonight, my primitive male brain told me.

 

Without saying anything, I walked over to Karen, held out both my hands, and she reached up and took them. Karen rose gracefully from her cross-legged position, as I pulled her up to me, and we looked in each others eyes, with pure happiness and love. I wrapped my arms around the small of her bare back, so perfect, so sexy, and hugged her tightly, my dick pressing hard against her stomach, through my shorts, while she brought her hands up to both of my biceps, and squeezed. I just wanted to hold her so tight, so dear.

 

I moved to kiss her neck. She did the same, and then she whispered in my ear, O. P., that was beautiful, and she brushed her lips on my ear and neck, in the gentlest possible kiss. But your timing sucks, as usual, she added.

 

Then, she surprised me, by dropping her right hand down, and suddenly she cupped my balls with her hand, through the thin cotton material of my boxer shorts, like -- whooooaaaa!! Then she gently, slowly, pulled her hand up the entire length of my dick, squeezing it through the cotton, driving me completely crazy! She moved her hand on around and squeezed my ass cheek, and spoke into my ear, Ive got to go into work at noon, downtown. Just a quick, scheduled remote sensing op in the SCIF, that I cant do from here. Im going upstairs to get ready; make us some breakfast.

 

Karen then stepped back, away from me, totally conscious that she was still beautifully naked and I was still watching her every move, my eyes darting from sexy bit to sexy bit, all over her body. Still facing me, she gracefully reached over to pick up her oversized, light blue dress shirt, draped over the back of the chair beside her.

 

She had apparently worn the shirt downstairs, before starting her yoga. I watched her breasts rise as she raised her arms, to let her hands slide through the sleeves of the shirt, and I was struck, deeply, with the memory of when she made that same move, with that shirt, our first night here at the beach house. I could tell, at that moment, that she intended that little flash of déjà vu for me. Then she walked around me and went upstairs, flashing a quick, confident smile at me, without saying another word. O my god, what a woman!!!

 

Just another Saturday morning with Karen.

 

 

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So, lifes good. But living this life of relative ease, doing my errands, basically housesitting two places, has started to seem just a little funny, in the back of my mind. Back when I was just housesitting the Vespucci Beach bungalow, when it was just a job, basically for free room and board and not much else, I could understand the arrangement kind of typical, for a Los Santos resident with no other visible means of support.

 

The Paleto Bay safehouse seemed about the same just an extension of the housesitting gig, except, of course, it got a little more interesting But now, here I am, more than just a housesitter. Im Karens lover, and she is mine, and its the greatest feeling in the whole world. I never want it to change. But in a vague way, Im starting to feel more like a kept man, a live-in man-maid with benefits, a househusband, or living the lifestyle of a trust fund hipster, without even being hip. I dont resent or regret a second of it, not at all, and I am fascinated by all the things I am learning from Karen [ all kinds of things;

].

 

 

Up to now, Ive never lived the leisure life. It seems a little strange, since it looks like this may become an actual lifestyle. And, theres no way that something this good can last just like when Karen first told me that we had ourselves a beach house, I just had a sense that sometimes, things are too good to be true. They just dont stay this way. So Im thinking, instead of letting random events determine what happens next in my life, Ill be a little proactive, and try to make my own future (with Karen, always, of course).

 

So Im starting to think, what can I do for an actual job? A fun job? What can I do thats not too hard, pays OK, is legal, part time, and flexible, so I can keep doing the housesitting stuff, and of course, so I can keep living with Karen until the end of my days? It kind of took me back to the same place I was, when I got thrown out of Richards Majestic Studios, except that life is good now, and I can be a lot choosier. I figure, in all of Los Santos, there must be some pretty fun jobs. Only trouble is, somebody already has them, so theres always going to be competition. I decided to keep my eyes open, and discuss it with Karen. I figure shed be happy if I find a way to be more self-sufficient.

 

Well, even before I could bring it up to Karen, my intuition was right, because things were about to change ...

 

 

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Here we are again, dear readers. I am so glad you made it this far. And I hope you had some fun with this chapter, a glimpse at the happily ever after part of the life of Karen and O. P.

 

Obviously it was enjoyable writing this chapter. Now the bad news. In trying to get to the next potentially interesting chapter in the Karen and O. P. saga, I felt that the story needed a bit of a transition. Unfortunately, this transition is growing into two boring, talky chapters. Hell, Im getting bored just writing them.

 

But if you can get through Chapters 8 and 9, then Chapter 10 should have a little more going on. Be warned.

 

Stay tuned for CHAPTER 8, now in print!

[AboveAndBeyoncé]

Wow.... Just wow.^ too much time on his hands

[Gnocchi Flip Flops]

That guy is funny as hell though.

[Dottie]

 

The number varied for every car and you could only snag whatever finishes spawn in the game.

For example the Phoenix spawns in one variation of matte/matte and it was last in the selection of 20 variations so I made my crew color Unobtainable Matte Brown and cycled through the selection so that I started the race with the matte/matte finish and came out with this:



Hopefully a method like that comes around again soon, I'm kicking myself for not doing more.

 

Is it the same color ?, I found it on Denial of service !

 

 

 

I think this guy needs some glasses

[The Dedito Gae]

^^^You should post that in "stupid youtube comment"^^^

Edited November 23, 2015 by Midnight Hitman

[ciel]

''2015 Lohan looks like she would smell like fish'' - feckyerlife

 

made me chuckle.

[Mr. Scratch]

 

 

This 'Member Mash';

I feel like Mr.Scratch should Blaze my RedDagger and try not to "trip" over the Android device while stepping in my ////AMG SL500 to race a 612 Scaglietti

FTFY

These lil mofos.

[Eram]

K...

I really hate it when I'm watching porno the camera starts focusing on the performers' feet, or one licks the other one's feet, instant boner killer...And I'm paying for this sh*t...

wait wait wait, hold the f*ck up.. its 2015 and you are paying for porn?

Yeah, I want to see things in High Quality...For example, if there's cum leaking out of the dude's asshole, I want to see it clearly, not blurry...

[Nico]

Personally I enjoy Militia's stories. He is the most hardcore fan in the III era sections if not the entire forum.

[ten-a-penny]

Voodoo's comment is pure golden.

 

http://gtaforums.com/topic/831031-do-you-believe-in-doge/

[Gnocchi Flip Flops]

rather would I die than let the V haters take over the forums.

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