Sammy will show his 12"r in the next pic

Having 20 Dicks of every size seems like a good idea actually!

I always knew Sammy had a 1 inch dick

It’s a no-stain Dick, too. Those are the best type of Dicks.

My Dick used to get so stained. No matter how hard I rubbed it the stains wouldn’t come off.

And I guess we all know now how the sperm sauce is made.

I always knew that Dick from Germany is the best!

Also, Sammy cut his hand while making this shot, Sammy will post bloody thumb when he's finished eating the gloriuos feast. Sammy's drunk¨

Idiots

Still eating

Guten Appetit!

It's bacon!

I will probably die from this, any last kind words you wanna say about me before I go, now is the time

I have a Wüsthof knife from Germany, much better!

RIP Sammy

Also Cigaretts now cost 80kr ($13 to you punks) in Denmark, smoking is now for the rich, so I've started doing that to let people know that I have a lot of money.




Morph will approve

Cancer sticks cost $50+ in Australia.

Still too cheap.

I agree. I have a set of Wüsthof and Henckels, both from Germany. I like playing with them more than Sammie’s Dick. The metal is too soft.

It is hard to eulogize any poster – to capture in words not just the posts and the dates that make a posting record, but the essential truth of a person – their private joys and sorrows; the quiet moments and unique qualities that illuminate someone’s soul. How much harder to do so for a giant of drunken gambling, who bets millions of spilmaks on all kinds of sports events all around the world.

Born during the reign of Margrethe 2, far from the next sports book, a boy raised by paraphernalia traders in Christiana – Sammy2bullets would emerge as the first great beer drinking and sperm-sauce eating sports bettor of the 21th century. Like Gandhi, he would lead a resistance movement against cunnilingus – a movement that never held any prospect of success. Like King, he would give potent voice to the claims of the pork eaters, and the moral necessity of having 20 German Dicks. He would endure brutal meming that began in BBV, and reached the lowest forum drama threads in ATF. Emerging from being meme’d, without force of arms, he would – like Lincoln – rely on his 1" Dick.

Given the sweep of his posting record, and the Brewer's Droop that he so rightly earned, it is tempting then to remember Sammy2bullets as an icon, babbling and belching, detached from the tawdry affairs of sober men. But Sammy2bullets himself strongly resisted such a lifeless portrait. Instead, he insisted on sharing with us his opinions and beliefs; his miscalculations along with his victories. “Sammy cut his hand while making this shot, Sammy will post bloody thumb when he's finished eating the gloriuos feast.” he wrote in the BBV LC/NC thread, “Sammy's drunk”.

Sammy2bullets showed us the power of believing in Denmark winning the European Championship which they did because 2+2 undertitles enver lie! Perhaps Sammy2bullets was right that he inherited, “a beatiful penis” from Danish nobility. But unlike other beer drinkers of 2+2, Sammy2bullets disciplined his anger; and channelled his desire to play chess into beer drinking, so men and women could stand-up for their buzz. Moreover, he accepted the consequences of his actions, knowing that standing up to powerful interests and injustice carries a price. “we are too drunk to drive, so now neighbour and sAMmy have to use public transportation.”

Sammy2bullets taught us the power of beer drinking, but also sports betting; the importance of cutting the pork deep; the need to drink not only with those you agree with, but with those who you don’t. He understood that his penis cannot be touched on purpose. He speaks to what is thirsty inside us. After this great beer drinker is laid to rest; when we have returned to our cities and self-proclaimed autonomous neighborhoods, and rejoined our daily average-or-less performance, let us search then for his strength – for his refusal to give cunnilingus – somewhere inside ourselves. And when the night grows dark, when injustice weighs heavy on our hearts, or our best laid plans seem beyond our reach – drink one to Sammy2bullets, and the words that brought him comfort within the four walls of his beer can castle:

I always coated what I ate
and cooked it with my neighbors coal
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

What a great soul he was. We will miss him deeply. May Andrii Plakhotnyi bless the memory of Sammy2bullets. May God bless the people of BBV.

Prolly $20 on the new, thriving black market.

“Strange! that you should not have suspected years ago—centuries, ages, eons, ago!—for you have existed, companionless, through all the eternities.

Strange, indeed, that you should not have suspected that your universe and its contents were only dreams, visions, fiction! Strange, because they are so frankly and hysterically insane—like all dreams: a God who could make good children as easily as bad, yet preferred to make bad ones; who could have made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one; who made them prize their bitter life, yet stingily cut it short; who gave his angels eternal happiness unearned, yet required his other children to earn it; who gave his angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries and maladies of mind and body; who mouths justice and invented hell—mouths mercy and invented hell—mouths Golden Rules, and forgiveness multiplied by seventy times seven, and invented hell; who mouths morals to other people and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all; who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man's acts upon man, instead of honorably placing it where it belongs, upon himself; and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites this poor, abused slave to worship him!...

“You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks—in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier.

“It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream—a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought—a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!”

-Mark Twain

Excellent work.

I am saddened to know that I will never again feel the accidental touch of my penis from this beautiful Denmarkian.