NCunt: Black Cocks Only

[JL Unlimited]

I'm just getting a vibe that he's trying really hard to mask the fact that he's into guys and all he watches is gay porn.

Sounds like Tyler Perry.

[RAPEMAN]

I just noticed that all re-ups of her Nostalgia Chick videos were renamed to Nostalgic Woman.

[Liar Revealed]

I just noticed that all re-ups of her Nostalgia Chick videos were renamed to Nostalgic Woman.

Some people say it's because Doge/Michaud may own the name Nostalgia Chick. But it's just as likely it's her being a cunt.

[Guest]

Imagine being a strong independont wombyn whose entire career is due to leeching off successful men. Now imagine those men being a trio of autistic baldies.

[da PAC Nigguh]

Imagine being a strong independont wombyn whose entire career is due to leeching off successful men. Now imagine those men being a trio of autistic baldies.

Bill Clinton isn't bald, though.

Oh, you were talking about Lindsay.

[Guest]

Lindsay should have made a white kid and not aborted it. Could have actually got into Hollywood by passing it around.

[Kugelfisch]

What I'm getting is that he's one step away from calling cuckoldry the thinking man's fetish

Some tranny instagram thing is going to make more money from him than from Jim Norton.

[Guest]

I am begging Lindsay to open up her asshole and let me crawl inside.

[pibbs]

Ok. Found a torrent for her book.

Axiom's End by Nostalgia Chick
Book Report by pibbs

Chapter One - a sample, first paragraph

On the morning of the second meteor, Cora's 1989 Toyota Camry gave up the ghost for good. The car was a manual transmission with a stick shift its previous owner had wrapped in duct tape years ago, a time bomb the color of expired baby food that should have gone off sooner than it did. At $800, she had paid more than it was worth

(wrong 89 Camry's are damn near indestructible. I had one)

but back then, she had been a freshman in college and desperate for a car. In the two years since, she'd grown accustomed to the ever-loudening squealing of the fan belt, but on this morning, after she put her key in the ignition and the engine turned, the squealing turned into a hostile screech. A disheartening thunk thunk thunk followed, then a snap, then an angry whirr, all before she could react. But by the time she turned off the ignition, it was clear her first and only car, was dead forever.

Why? The fan belt snapped. Cheap easy fix. Bitch don't know cars and I fear this book will be filled with the everyday crap she doesn't know, because Lindsay's spoiled and pampered ass never had to deal with them. Car trouble? Suck a dick. Can't pay rent? Suck a dick. Want to be a Nostalgia Chick? Suck three dicks.

[Kugelfisch]

Terrible trihard writing as expected. What is a time bomb? The car, the stick shift, the duct tape or the manual transmission? I'm assuming the car.
What colour does expired baby food have? I've quickly gone through a couple of pages of image results for Camrys and apparently those came in very regular, unexciting colours. Most are either red or silver, a few are white. They didn't normally come in odd colours like a Mitsubishi Colt, which had an ugly mint green as a standard colour.

Enough nitpicking. The writing sucks. I expect the rest of the book to be just as bad.